Thoughts of a similar tune were humming through their minds; that of admiration for the mare between them, and growing affections, whose speedy increase in strength could be attributed to the fact that the steeds knew their sister had selected this mare herself to join the Qian. Despite the workout their muscles had performed, Madyrn at least could not deny the heat that swelled about his loins as the maiden returned his gesture, though he was able to merely allow the images of such thoughts to roll about his own head without hinting outwardly as to their existence. Maskan felt similar within himself, but upon being able to read his brother even when he held a blank mask upon his visage, he soon stomped out those urges – the brothers enjoyed the same things, it was true, but they were civil when it came to matters as delicate as mares. Co-leads of many a small herd, they only chose those who understood the way they worked, and who were willing to work with them. It was remarkable how even without discussion the brothers were able to tell whom the other would choose; Maskan was sure that given the opportunity, Madyrn would not hesitate upon this rare gem of a creature.

Maskan accepted her caress of his dreadlocked mane with a kind nudge, his rich eyes holding a softer, brotherly gaze as he considered her almost immediately a sister. He enjoyed her words, as well as her manner of speaking, and replied in his own deep, accented voice. “We are fortunate to have found one capable of weaving a step as fine as yourself. Few are able to keep time with our rhythm.” The shadowy brother threw a glance to his fiery double, and they each knew what the other was thinking. Matching smiles curved their lips, they were subtle hints as to the feelings the stallions felt. Maskan was more adept at keeping his temper within, Madyrn always the unintentionally more expressive of the two. He could not help that his father’s demeanour expressed itself more freely in him, where their mother’s seemed to pool more in his brother. It mattered little – this was why the brothers were rarely apart, for like their parents, they balanced each other out.

“We know many other dances,” The gravelly voice of Madyrn uttered, his expression playfully suggestive. Tones then gained a taunting edge, however, as he jested with his sibling; “Though I’m told I am the preferred partner whenever a couples dance is needed.” A deep and mirthful laughter rumbled its way through his chest, and Maskan responded by simply shaking his head quietly; after all, the most frustrating thing to Madyrn was getting little to no response at all. Indeed, it caused the steed’s laughter to quieten down sooner than if his brother had given him any more of a response, but he was not annoyed, endorphins ran too wildly through him from their exercise.

“Jealousy is a waste of emotion.” Maskan cut through the small moment of silence now, having thought over the words the belle had spoken just before. In truth, Maskan believed that a lot of emotions were a waste of energy and time, which was why their family, for the most part, were subtle in their display of inner feelings. “Mmm.” A low grumble, almost a growl came from Madyrn, but it was in agreement to his sibling’s words. “There are certainly better ways to expend one’s excess energy.” If one thought Madyrn’s mind was always on his nether regions, they wouldn’t be too far off. The brute was a stallion, after all, and even in the trying times of a drought, he still had certain needs, and he liked to know just how far he could push a situation – heck, he wanted to push it as far as it could go. A soft snort rolled forth from the muzzle of Maskan then, interrupting the groove of Madyrn’s thoughts and resettling the crimson legged steed into a quieter demeanour.

“Where did one such as yourself, learn to orchestrate her body like that, Couth?” Though it was Maskan who asked, both brothers were keenly interested, their eyes and ears roving her form for any replies she may or may not bestow upon them.