Zafir cooed at the mare scarlet eyes slipping over the mare's pretty hide. Pearly white talons clicked quietly as she circled the curious mare. How many winged equines knew what a dragon was? She assumed most would run in fear a scream bleeding from their lips; as they should. Jolts of curiosity pulsed from the dragon to her stallion. His ears flicked as he stepped int the light eyes sparkling brightly. "Most don't realize what she is, or fear her." His head tilted slightly as he examined the petite mare, frozen. He wondered vaguely if she was scared of him She seemed to be around his own age. His blue and red gaze switched to her eyes trying to peel away the layers. Did she hold any of the feelings he had in his secret heart? After a moment he gave up, there was no sliver of abandonment or shadowy corners.

He wouldn't really call himself a Casanova, but they way her lilac eyes slide over his frame made him second guess that. Subconsciously his neck arched head shifting closer to his chest, muscles tightened over his broad back and thick chest. It was times like these he looked like his Abominable father; he felt like him too, all testosterone no brains. A sheepish smile crept over his face. He was sure he wasn't bad looking, especially next to his dark pelted brothers, but he had no idea how to act. He had tried the nice guy retinue several times, but maybe not every girl liked that. Maybe some wanted a brute, James Dean instead of Superman. 'How do you tell what kind of guy they want though?!' He felt his heart hammering, his temperature rising, and his lust growing. When had he felt that for a normal horse? Amaris was the last time, but she was far from normal.

Finally the dainty lady speaks and breaks the the man's wild thoughts of late night rendezvous. Her words took him completly by surprise. It felt like she had kicked him in the gut forcing the air form his lunges. His body froze eyes widening slightly as they flicked to her grin. Zafir rolled her eyes at the mare before lifting her front paw up. She examined her claws carefully before selecting the sharpest one. Casually she jabbed his shoulder drawing a drop of blood from his hide. She was used to unfreezing her stag, as bothersome as it was. His tail swung around and smacked the puncture wound as he shook his head once clearing it. "Uh, thank you Miss." It was more of a question than a statement.  He had never been complemented, not about his looks anyway. Now this striking lady just told him he was magnificent. 'I have to tell father about this one.' He swallowed hard and let his easy smile slip back over his bone marked features. "You are quite beautiful yourself, the pleasure is all mine Lady Eve."

A bird called, no a raven. Zafir's scaly head whipped around her wings half opening. Birds where her favorite prey, especially ravens. They were cunning food, fun to chase, and even harder to catch. Her pearly teeth flashed in aggravation when it showed up on a mare. Companions weren't food, no matter how tasty they were. Flicking her long blue tail she promptly turned her back on the newcomers. Astarot turned his head with Zafir, but he wasn't angry that another had wondered up to them. His nostrils flared drawing in the hybrid lady's scent; ice. He dipped her head to her politely while Zafir ignored them altogether.

His focus turns back to the newcomer as she speaks of being new here. She hadn't walked here? He waits till Weaver is doe speaking before asking his own question, "If you didn't walk here, did come by magic then?" He smiled ears pressed forward curiously. Magic always caught his attention. He enjoyed hearing about new forms, and how they could be used. He waits for a moment before turning back to the matters at hand, "Usually horses from the three herds show up here to offer a new home to wondering souls, like yourself, and sometimes it can get pretty intense" He glanced at Weaver casting her a joking wink a good-natured chuckled rumbled from large his chest. "They choice is purely up to you though. My home is desert island south and west of here. We have an oasis were food grows year round with a freshwater lake in the center." He smiled fondly his eyes glazing over slightly as he thought of his beloved him. Blinking he turns to Weaver allowing her the chance to speak. Once she falls silent again he continues, "If you choice to roam free, please be aware. We are having some," he pauses hunting for a good word, "issue, with a displaced God. AS of right now, he doesn't look very trust worthy. He has hurt many and killed at least one person that I know of." He glanced at the black and white lady, "My home will always welcome you, even if you do roam now." Zafir cooed to the small lady in agreement with her stallion's words. Satisfied with his explanation he fell silent allowing Weaver or Eve to speak.

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