The stallion hummed and nodded at the words of the mare, eyes dancing with a silent laughter as she walked straight into his trap seemingly without noticing. Mirth bubbled within, and burst forth like a fountain of soft laughter as the golden dragon slapped her wing over his neck. He realized the reprimand for what it was, but rather than to feel ashamed or settle back into a seriousness that probably would have been more proper, he flung the head up and snapped playfully after her disappearing tail. So she wanted to play? Oh he could play!

With a wide grin spread over the sooted features the gilded grulla looked back at Mirage and the foal. "Busy is as busy does, so how about taking a break for once?" The silvery neck arched, weight shifting to the powerful thighs and propelled him upwards, a movement as controlled and elegant as were it part of a dance. He laughed, then lunched forth into a high kneed passage that brought him around the shadow and the moonbeam, round and round until he suddenly reached out and placed a playful nip on the Dragonheart's rump. Hooves drummed against the ground as he threw himself to the side, bucking and setting off across the meadow like a madman, crushing flowers and greenery and sending a fragrant scent into the air, of autumn and night and all things pretty and wonderful.

He didn't want to talk about war and serious things right now. Under the light of the harvest moon the night was far too pleasant to waste on grim discussions. He'd rather run with his friends, dance and play and behave like a rambunctious colt, in a way he hadn't done for many years. He laughed as Fajira flew over to Ahriman and placed herself in the air above the young gentleman, their colors blending and making it appear as though they were one being, of fur and scales and glimmering wings.

"I bet I can beat you to the other end of the field!" he challenged the shadow mare, effectively eliminating any chance of her returning to serious matter - or so he hoped, at least. Perhaps she wasn't one for running and playing? Though with the display of a dragon form upon a stormy beach fresh in memory, somehow he seriously doubted it. She had a dragons soul, and the aerial acrobats always seemed ready to enjoy themselves given the slightest of opportunities.

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