LYSANDER
It’s the squeal that draws his attention, surely as a rabbit’s would a fox. He pauses, ears twisting, the sweep of his gaze setting on a little hillock with a knee-high mantle of winter-brown grass.
There is motion there, just a stirring, just a shape. Lysander’s lips stir, too, into a quick little grin before he’s crossing the field, the sharp interest in his eyes belying the unhurried pace of his feet. Perhaps it was to be expected, but the stallion still finds himself delighted at the thought of being watched.
By the time Lysander reaches him, the bay has climbed back to his feet. He looks like he’s been made of a mud-bank, and like a strong wind might blow him over; Lysander huffs a breath and flicks a black-rimmed ear.
Such fearful things, horses could be.
“Were you going somewhere?” he asks mildly as the stranger works to catch his breath. The glint of mischief in his eye is not particularly kind. Lysander is not a cruel man – just, at the moment, a slightly bored one.
He edges a step closer, just to see how the bay would react.
“I hope you’re alright,” he says, and then adds dryly, “I also hope you’re not a guard. You’d have some work to do.”
@Auru thanks for the nudge, and sorry for the wait!
There is motion there, just a stirring, just a shape. Lysander’s lips stir, too, into a quick little grin before he’s crossing the field, the sharp interest in his eyes belying the unhurried pace of his feet. Perhaps it was to be expected, but the stallion still finds himself delighted at the thought of being watched.
By the time Lysander reaches him, the bay has climbed back to his feet. He looks like he’s been made of a mud-bank, and like a strong wind might blow him over; Lysander huffs a breath and flicks a black-rimmed ear.
Such fearful things, horses could be.
“Were you going somewhere?” he asks mildly as the stranger works to catch his breath. The glint of mischief in his eye is not particularly kind. Lysander is not a cruel man – just, at the moment, a slightly bored one.
He edges a step closer, just to see how the bay would react.
“I hope you’re alright,” he says, and then adds dryly, “I also hope you’re not a guard. You’d have some work to do.”
@Auru thanks for the nudge, and sorry for the wait!
Oh, it’s a bad, bad ritual
Oh, but it calms me down
