He wondered if someone from the Basin would attend the Threshold tonight.
Grimalkin's ears swivelled as the mare gestured seductively, a brow raising, a hint at the interest he truly held deep within him, a lust he held at bay while there were eyes of judgement nearby. Just you wait until we are alone, his deep, emerald eyes seemed to say, even as he heard her offer of a home he wasn't sure she was a part of yet. With a lopsided smirk he replied easily, his deep voice presenting his words with an accent that labelled him as non-Helovian birth. "My home lies North m'lday,", he began, tilting his generous antlers so that they motioned slightly to the northern reaches of the realm. It was no entirely the truth, nor a lie: Grimalkin intended on returning North, he simply wasn't in a hurry.
"But I would hardly be a gentleman if I did not accompany you west for time - if you would allow it, my queen." He addressed both mares with a curt politeness that hid the desire within him. It would be interesting, perhaps enlightening, for the steed to attend these ladies for a time - perhaps he would be rewarded for his efforts by gaining some longer alone time with Tiva - there was no use returning to the northern reaches of the realm empty handed after all; he may as well attempt to learn something on this sabbatical he was taking from a life of responsibility and herd life.
@Elsa
@Tiva
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