Her voice, since it was not Roma's voice, did little to soothe the beast. He should have known better. Did he always break that which was beautiful? Did he always manage to find a way to fuck things up? Of course he did - it was one of the reasons, aside from his obvious hideousness, that Roma was the only one who loved him.

Hey, its okay. It was an accident. The snarl on his face remained. Was it an accident? No, this was merely the boy being impulsive and not controlling himself. Why had he tried to extend his magic? It was because of what the girl had said. He had been trying to comfort her, in a sense at least, by demonstrating that his skills too weren't adequate for what he was trying to do. In that regard he supposed that he succeeded. By why had he even tried in the first place? Altruism was not something that normally rolled off of Ru'in's tongue. 

Romina and I were practicing ours- At this, Ru'in's eyes widened and his head snapped downwards to regard the filly with a weighty interest. Roma... She never practiced with him? (In truth, this likely had more to do with how emotionally inert Ru'in normally was, and how that likely wasn't the best setting for controlling emotional magics). Again it seemed Roma had allowed this filly to know more about her that her twin would have suspected. But still, without her around, he didn't know what to make of their connection yet. Or what his connection to her ought to be, despite the fire now simmering in his belly (which had dulled almost immediately as she pulled away and turned to face him).

"Shew me." He said, his voice an intense stream of rumbling syllables. He disregarded her suggestion to try again, for his mind had fixedly stayed on the words she had spoken before. Romina and I were practicing ours- If Roma saw fit to practice her magic with this filly then ... then surely it was worth witnessing? Roma certainly seemed to have thought that it was.

Not for the first time during this conversation, Ru'in's entire focus was upon Kiada. His bi-coloured gaze studied her intently, wafting from the foxes trailing in energetic plumes on her spine, to the way her splotched pink lips pulsed and shifted with her every word (and perhaps even some that remained unsaid). 



@Kiada