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Quentin is giddy with the prospect of a home, even more so that he'd seemingly made a close acquaintance in the process. Rohan's acceptance of the frilly stallion and surely sealed his fate to be stuck with the stallion. “I've been stuck with far worse, my friend.” Quentin grins at the Dun stallion's words, his wings fluttering with delight. “I'd be honored, sir Rohan.” The pale stallion winked in response, practically prancing in place.

“Best be on our way...wouldn't want you to scuff a manicured hoof in the dark.”Quentin scoffed playfully at the other stallion's words. “I can't get dirty! I'd ruin this gorgeous coat and appearance.” He tossed his teal forelock, hazel eyes twinkling with laughter. “I'd scare the boys away. Can't have that can we?” His chuckle was airy, the sound similar to birds twittering. He trotted after the male, blue gray knees snapping up to his chest in a showoff manner.

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Quentin follows the larger stallion, the pair speaking when it suits them and just journeying together in silence when it doesn't. The male was content with his decision to join the striped brute in his homeland. Granted, there would be others he would have to endure and speak with, but for now, he was pleased with his company. The scenery changed drastically as they traveled, forests clinging close to rolling hills that stretched so far in front of them it seemed like they were trying to escape their company. A snort released itself from the pale male's nostrils as Rohan announces their arrival to his new home.

The fairy followed closely behind the antlered equine, his hazel eyes searching to and fro. Mist welcomed them, wrapping itself around their limbs. His skin quivered with the sign of winter on the breeze that caressed his form, another snort escaping him. The male halted as Rohan crossed over the glass border of the lands, lowering his muzzle to sniff the shards that littered the ground. He pinned his ears to his skull, not to sure what to make of the material. “It use to be worse.” Quentin followed after Ro, stepping over the glass as he does.

“It shouldn't be long before someone greets us.” Quentin grins, tail swishing against his flanks. “Who exactly should we be expecting?” His hazel eyes scanned his surroundings, not quite sure who or what to expect. His fairy wings fluttered thoughtfully, his mind elsewhere for the moment.


"Talk."
OOC-Sorry for the blech post :/ Will get better ^^

E L S A

Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making..

The Edge was like a freaking rage party lately.
 
No really- everyone seemed to be here. It was making her head spin. She was so far behind in meeting those she was supposed to be protecting, that was quite a big problem. It’s really hard to protect those you don’t know existed. Edgar simply cooed through their bond, trying to alleviate her anxiety. He was away as of now, hunting for small rodents to (as nicely as possible) digest so that he may remain in the alive state.

So when she caught wind of a new scent- she jumped on the opportunity. It wasn’t far from where she was, and she could already make out three figures. Two familiar, and one definitely not. All male though, but to be honest, the unknown one had a very feminine aura to his looks. I mean, colorful pixie like wings and colored hair, it made Elsa look like man. Even though she would never admit it out loud, she was very jealous.

When she arrived she caught just the beginning of Tembovu’s words. And quite honestly, hearing him say that his (HIS) wings were unique and beautiful caused her face to color in anger. Scrunching her nose up, she simply focused on the newcomer, and prepared to speak once Tembovu had finished his flirting introduction.

”And I should probably give my welcomes as well, my name is Elsa. His better half.” She smirked, only for a moment. Hey she could be undercover bitter about his compliments towards the man. Though, she never would have expected his gate to swing that way… ’Elsa for love of god stop.’ Edgar groaned, and she could feel his discomfort. ”Not really, but I am the queen here. It’s very nice to meet you uh…?” She hinted that she’d like to know his name. After that she shut up, may as well stop her embarrassment while she was ahead.

Right as Rohan was about to answer his inquiry, the fairy stallion is taken aback by the sudden arrival of a large stallion. This one was handsomely colored and had a large single horn protruding from his forehead. “Well aren't you just a lucky little fairy! Surrounded by beefcakes today!” Quentin eyes the newest addition with interest, his eyes almost hungry as he grins. The new stallion smiles as well though the fairy doubts his intentions are as delicious as his own.

“I can't say that I've seen wings as beautifully unique as yours.” Quentin giggles the objects of interest fluttering with the sound. “Oh, you flatterer you!” The pale male gives a flirtatious wink, resting his hind hoof. The action makes his hips shift, which of course, is exactly what the male wants. This...elephant of a brute continues on, asking about his desire to acquire a trade. The teal and white stud arched his neck around, taking another look back at the glass that littered the ground. He'd most certainly been interested in it and would love to craft with the beautiful object.

“There are many ranks available for you to explore.” The male's attention is brought back to the two stallions around him and he grins at Rohan. “Well we can't all be fantastically built for battle now can we?” He winks at the Dun, never tiring of picking on the brute. Rohan had openly accepted his differences and his obvious attraction, even if it was not returned. Quentin's only way of being thankful for this was his constant teasing and flirtatiousness.

Before he can speak on his desire to work with glass, Quentin notices another approaching figure. This one was obviously feminine, not the manly kind either, but the curvacious hips and beautiful form. “Jealous much?” Quentin snorted at the voices in his head, not at all impressed at being called out on his emotions. The female continued forward, introducing herself as the large male's 'better half'. “Well he did well for himself.” Quentin rolled his eyes at the voice, a soft grunt of disapproval echoing in his jaws.

The female corrected herself (that's better) and Quentin grinned. There was no way she was jealous of him, but if she was, the stallion would flaunt his feminine form for the life of him. He gave her a showy bow, straightening up with a grin. “Quentin, dear.” He watches her for a moment before returning his attention to Tembovu. “To answer your previous question, darling, I think I'd very much like to work with the glass your land seems to be covered with.” He turns his hazel eyes to Elsa, “I'll be sure to watch those sharp edges though. Never know what will cut you.” His eyes flashed with his words, narrowing slightly.

“Pick your fights carefully, you fool.” Of course, he should have kept his mouth shut. She hadn't openly expressed her jealousy if she even had any. It was the fact that she felt the stallion couldn't live without her that made Quentin grumpy. Like without her, he wouldn't be able to function. The male tossed his forelock dramatically before turning his gaze back to the two stallions. He was sure someone would reprimand him for his words, but then again, he hadn't openly threatened the female either. “Just in your head.” He smirked at the voice, waiting for someone else to speak.


"Talk."
"Voices."

E L S A

Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making..

There was something oddly satisfying about having the attention of so many males. It wasn’t that she lusted for it- but now she felt powerful. It felt like she had control over something for once in her life. Elsa dipped her head respectfully toward Rohan. She had heard his name, but never met him. It was nice to know another face. He seemed nice enough. ”The pleasure is mine Rohan, so glad I’ve been able to meet you.” She flashed a quick and brilliant smile before turning back to the pixie boy in front of her. Quentin was his name- how hilarious. It seemed oddly suiting for a man of his… ahem, looks.

”It is great to meet you as well dear Quentin.” She drug out the dear just long enough to make it sound presumptuous. Another smirk wormed its way across her features as she returned his flashy bow with one equally as over the top. Though it seemed he was done with her just as quick- he was very interested in Tembovu. Ahh. Now she turned her head to watch Tembovu as Quentin made some scandalous sounding statements. Sure they were pretty vanilla compared to a lot of things, but somehow she doubted Tembovu was used to that sort of stuff.

So of course he ruined the fun. Elsa gave him an over exaggerated frown, making it a point to be more than slightly annoying. She had no fear that Quentin would leave- he seemed smitten with her King. The stories she could tell if he ever acted upon the insinuations he was giving off. She’d have a field day running circles around Tembovu. ”Ah yes. You need to learn a bit before you can work it, if you know what I mean. We require the best of the best.” Okay, a very poorly executed sexual innuendo but it was a try. It had been years since she was able to be so sassy to anyone openly. It felt nice- regardless of the repercussions that were bound to happen. Can’t let Tembovu know she was jealous anyways. Maybe a brothel service or some weird shit would result from this- as long as the Edge stayed on top (ha… on top) it would all be okay. She let a few beats of silence pass before she spoke again. As much as she wanted the antics to continue, she did have a kind of requirement to be civil. ”But dear Quentin, we will love to have you either way.” That was a shit attempt at being civil. Glancing back at Tembovu she held back a laugh. Part of her wanted to lean over, and ever so carefully ask if he was uncomfortable… and then proceed to make him feel more discomfort.