Perhaps other foals might have reacted awkwardly at having one of their creations praised, especially by one of the opposite sex standing in such close proximity, but Ru'in of course, was not like other foals. Instead of blushing shyly or trying to brush off the accomplishment, he nodded his blocky head in genuine agreement.

Beautiful and delicate things after all, were among his most favourite things.

"Yahhr." He agreed, his voice a soft rumble from deep in his throat. Only his body thought to equate his comment, the beautiful butterfly, and Kiada, his mind did not. Though his mutated and possibly increased hormone count might have had an effect on his body - making him grow larger, and grow faster than he ought to - his mind was still maturing at the rate of anyone else. A more suave colt might have said, Not so beautiful as you, and perhaps offered the bronze insect to the girl as a gift, or at the very least made it dance about her, but Ru'in only agreed and let the butterfly continue to hover before her.

He might have had the time to realize that she was still standing quite close to him (Roma certainly wouldn't have approved), were it not for the fact that she began speaking again - a sound which drew to it all of Ru'in's attention. Now that she had proved herself adept enough to understand his magic and appropriately call his creations beautiful, he wasn't as quick to disregard this filly as he was at the beginning of this meeting.

She was family after all.

I wish I could’ve helped you make it work.

Again, his skull bobbed and his eyes appeared thoughtful as he agreed. "Me too." But there was no hint of disappointment in his voice as there had been in hers. And for some reason, the boy decided to share the reason why. "Naht evun mhy majik kan make it lhast." He continued almost as glumly. One day perhaps he could force the kinetic energy into its perpetual state, but for now, he was nothing more than a strong breeze or a good push.

As if to test to see if anything had changed, Ru'in again focused on the butterfly. A cool spark of energy billowed once again past Kiada towards the small gear-centered thing, but then the stream of energy grew hotter. The air moved faster, and before Ru'in could stop it, the delicate wings of the butterfly snapped off and the mechanisms holding it together failed. The bronze bits of the creation fell to the ground, shimmering like golden rain in the dappled sunlight. 

Ru'in roared his displeasure. One massive three-toed foot rose and slammed into the ground as he bellowed yet again. His ears flattened against his skull, and his eyes narrowed to furious slits. The mutant boy took a step backwards away from Kiada (presumably so as not to hurt her, though it was surprising to think that the boy had that much forethought) as his head rose and his tusked head thrashed with fury and frustration. "ARRGHH." He roared again, a colt's cry of fury amplified by Ru'in's deep tone of voice. 

@Kiada