Ru'in wished Romina was here. He needed her to tell him what he supposed to make of this oddly striped girl. She had spoken to Romina and Roma shared information with her ... Roma only did that when it suited her, and so there must have been something about the ocean-eyed princess that Roma needed. But what? And what was his role in this? Would Roma instruct him to treat her as all of the others, or would there be a special set of rules for this one, this one who conversed with his twin?

No, I wish it did. It’s harmless and it’s stupid Ahh well. There went that idea. Ru'in's blocky skull nodded understandingly - lots of the magic that occurred within Helovia struck him as being stupid, and he wondered who it was he might thank for giving him gifts that weren't ornamental or arbitrary.

But those thoughts dissipated because suddenly she was moving. Moving into the space only ever occupied with Roma, or by his Mother and Father when they were feeling as though he was in need of their physical affections (though he never was). Ru'in's head rose slightly as if impending danger were coming his way rather than the downy back and shoulders of a filly. Things happened inside of himself, things he couldn't quite explain, other than to characterize them as the sort of heat that he had just inquired about - the heat he thought might come from her flames was suddenly inside of his belly.

And that didn't make any sense at all.

Except maybe that heat could be transferred?

Lowering his nose and exhaling the breath he had unknowingly been holding, the boy's tusked skull lowered. His tusks didn't quite touch her back, though if any of her hair was standing on end it might have done. The boy's eyes grew intense, and suddenly a glob of bronzey material appeared above her topline. It formed into what appeared to be a butterflyish looking thing, with a gear in the middle connected to its wings. If there was the type of heat coming off of her body that he felt in his stomach, then it would turn the gear and make the wings move.

The boy waited.

Nothing happened.

As it turned out, the stirrings of puppy-love within a mere boy was not hot enough to power even a butterfly.

How disappointing.

"Youh ahrr right." He concluded, and moved the small butterfly towards her face, where she could see what the desired response was. Exhaling, as if his magic came from deep in his throat, an energetic breeze pushed past the girls' mane and forelock, to move the gears inside the bronze insect. As the gears turned, the wings began to flap gently on the artificial breeze.

@Kiada