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As her head cranes up to take in his full height, he automatically drops his head so it is closer to her level, that they might converse without excessive discomfort. The awkward silence didn't bother him- had he not been responsible for the same on more than one occasion? Granted, those long silences were often on purpose, but he had no need to put this little mare off balance. Indeed, she seems tense enough that he dispense with any of his typical theatrics and even makes some attempt to still his normally unconscious fidgeting. So it is that his frame loosens, assuming a more normal stance. One hind hoof cocks, his body portraying easy, casual relaxation. His ears are attentive on her but one occasionally swivels off to the side, as if checking that he is not missing anything going on around them.
"A pretty name, Zyanya." He lets the syllables roll off his tongue as if testing them. He likes the taste, he decides. They sound a bit like music, or perhaps a flower. He could definitely see it being the name of a flower he decides, or some kind of musical instrument. "My name is Seanan."
His voice has a softness to match hers. The pitch is high for what one might expect from such a large stallion, gentle and almost effeminate. Yet it suits the thin, light lines of his frame. His head bobs in an agreement to her question and he has to still the urge to stretch, exposing as much of himself as possible to the sun's warmth. Instead he shifts his weight on his hind hooves, the other now sitting at rest.
"The air is cold here, but the sun makes it bearable. Even were it dark though I believe the beauty of this place would make it worth being frozen." He quirks his head a bit to the side, gentle humor lighting his eyes. "I have never seen anything like it."
There is a brief pause as he lifts his head to look around, drinking in the ethereal landscape. Then his head drops again as his eyes come back to her. "What brings you here?"
@Zyanya
"A pretty name, Zyanya." He lets the syllables roll off his tongue as if testing them. He likes the taste, he decides. They sound a bit like music, or perhaps a flower. He could definitely see it being the name of a flower he decides, or some kind of musical instrument. "My name is Seanan."
His voice has a softness to match hers. The pitch is high for what one might expect from such a large stallion, gentle and almost effeminate. Yet it suits the thin, light lines of his frame. His head bobs in an agreement to her question and he has to still the urge to stretch, exposing as much of himself as possible to the sun's warmth. Instead he shifts his weight on his hind hooves, the other now sitting at rest.
"The air is cold here, but the sun makes it bearable. Even were it dark though I believe the beauty of this place would make it worth being frozen." He quirks his head a bit to the side, gentle humor lighting his eyes. "I have never seen anything like it."
There is a brief pause as he lifts his head to look around, drinking in the ethereal landscape. Then his head drops again as his eyes come back to her. "What brings you here?"
@Zyanya
All interactions are go, short of death and permanent crippling.
