He could not help to mimic the smile that Alune had as he revealed that they, too, worshipped the Lady Moon. Though his lopsided grin was not as jovial as Alune’s. Retuning his masked attention to the monochrome woman, he found her silence surprising. Though, in hindsight, he shouldn’t have. She clung to the shadows and hid in the mist, clearly not wanting to draw attention to herself. In a way, she reminded him of Kiuaji, living in the shade of shadows. Though his childhood friend was quick to sharpen his tongue and wit on any unsuspecting individual.
But this mare… her impassive face and hooded eyes flickered between the two large studs as she gently shook her head, black and ivory tresses swaying through the mists. Brows raised as her gaze then unabashedly roved over his body, and he resists the urge to do the same of her own feminine form. in compromise, he allowed his cobalt eyes to trace groove of her neck to the pendant in question at her chest. “Does it hold your voice?” The question was part jest, part reproach for not answering her King, and perhaps partly husky— though that could be the mirage of the mist.
Swinging his head to motion behind him, further into the herdlands, he continued, “You will want to take care of the cliffs, as they are often hidden by the Moon’s mists. You’ve already met Alune, our Seer, and he can point you towards others who are so inclined to follow the path of our patron goddess. Do you have any questions?” He half-expected to get another, simple shake of her petite, skull-marked head rather than a true answer.
@Cloak @Alune