Pain swept out of him just as fast as it came. The headache lingered, believing it to be a side effect of some issue from foalhood coming about post-traumic stress disorder, or just the weather thrashing a sickness upon him. A voice came through his head and asked the simplest of questions, "Are you okay?" Though try as he could, he noticed the voice came from Africa and simply nodded. Speaking now seemed inrelevant. It took energy he didn't wish to waste at the moment. A sigh slips between his lips before looking down to the flower.
The sight of it reminds him that the mare's mental grasp seems to be a bit too far off for reality to touch it, or either she has an over-active imagination. Whoever lead the 'Dragon's Throat' she said she lived at might be caring enough not to laugh at her if she was to bring the flower back. Regret comes through him as he thinks it might of been better to have left it out in the rain. His sight goes to the world that isn't underneath the tree's dead branches. It is in constant assualt by rain drops that fall from the sky, and the air was harsh with a frozen bite to it. Under the Oak's umbrella, the ground was twisted up with dead leaves and roots that broke from the ground. Mud formed in some places where the rain was able to break through enough.
She stands alone, away from him, and he can feel thankfulness that she respected the fact he didn't want anyone in his 'bubble'.
Rogue thunder breaks through the sky and releases a loud boom as it finishes. His head is hung low, black mane and forelock heavy with water. Water drips out of it in slow, easy-going drops. 'Oh, I'm in no rush here. Just keep doing what you're doing.' It was seems to stay as it falls from him. Cold is not issue as the tree's shade can lock in some bits of heat. He lefts his attention drift to Africa, and again see's the reasons why he wished to kill her. She was innocent, didn't show much fear towards him yet if she knew what he was, she might, and didn't have a firm grip on all of reality. Exactly the type that never see's death coming towards them.
He smirks at the thought of it. Death of anything could bring warmth to him. Inside a voice seems to linger inbetween the gears and broken parts that attempt to move constantly. Few hold a clank here and there, other move effortless as if they have been oiled everyday. The rest are shrouded with cobwebs. The voice is quiet, lingers and moves like a phantom in the darkness before it can touch the brain of the dappled stallion and get a mental response from him. 'Ah, what makes her innocent? Exploit her weaknesses in every way you might find possible.
Again, all this can bring to his face is a smirk and chuckle that he keeps to himself. Looking over her over, he looks for anything might show a sign of her weakness. When he see's her wings, he can point out the fact that she is a missing a feather or two in places. Having only met two other pegasus (and never paying much attention loss might I add), he went with the idea that they all lost a feather or two here and there. Somehow he can feel her eyes upon him every now and then. He is fully aware she wouldn't be in the mind to examinate him like he was doing her. And did she care? Well, he could care less over that issue.
To keep her from wondering what he was doing, he looks her dead in the eyes and gives a look of silence through his green eyes. It is only there to keep her busy, and if he can pull her puppet strings enough now, there is a chance he can work things to his own favouring side.

"talk talk talk"

OOC: Its so cute how innocence she is like how she doesn't notice much that he is out for something.
Also, I took the feathers missing things from it saying on her profile she plucks a feather here and there when she gets stressed.