silver's meant to burn forever
The pale youth watched his siblings’ reactions to the magic filly with some amusement. He was not surprised to see Ares displaying excitement; the two of them did have some things in common. A vague smile snuck upon his maw when the mare Aryel spoke of polar bears; he knew both of the twins well enough to know they would only shrug carelessly at such a remark. Unfortunately; it made it that much harder to coerce them into anything. The blue roan mare continued to inquire to their homeland, but just as he was about to answer, he was cut off by Eris. Her words sounded like whiplashes upon the frosty air, and even though they were not directed at him, they made him want to cower. His handsome face would’ve blushed, had he been human; instead a concerned frown formed his expression of apology towards Aryel. “You will forgive Eris for her apparent lack of manners,” Ahriman murmured, softspoken nature a staggering contrast to his younger sister’s more abrasive ways.
The crème beauty introduces herself as Israfel, and he cannot help but smile to himself at her dramatic introduction. At the same time, he glanced at Eris out of the corner of his eye; nothing good could possibly come from those two being near each other. His sister did not enjoy competition. Aryel then speaks and slender lobes turn in her direction, mulberry gaze following when he realizes the words are addressed to him. She speaks of nomads, of being homeless, and he feels a pang of longing in his heart, but he does not let it show on his pale face. “Mother has taken a liking to the Deep Forest as of late. It provides food, shelter, safety – it’s all we need right now,” he replied diplomatically, at the same time letting her know that they were not in fact orphans. Ahriman felt a heavy responsibility for his family, even if he was only a child himself, and he didn’t want to part ways with them at any cost – but the Qian was his family too.
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