In the breadth of his appearance, he had heard and seen much more than he expected to in his first time within the confines of the worshiping peak. He hardly knew the figures gathered here, but his skin prickled as his body - lazy in its posture and poising - stepped further forward into the dull light. Ombre ears were caught between wishing to pin slick to his crown or perk up bemusedly at the situation developing amongst the worn stone walls. An electric fire lit his veins anew, that was for sure; predatory eyes connected with Raum's gaze, and there they stayed.
The cool blue of the quicksilver stallion's gaze was a challenge, was it not?
The thick arch of his neck strengthened, his head rose, and his ears slid forward. Certainty etched across his muscles, and he offered a tilt of his broad head at the stallion's.. congratulations. Torstein's trust in him withered away as quickly as the rose he watched him lay at Caligo's altar died in the open air. "Glad to see you showed up, as well." He wished to say I was as shocked as you, don't worry - but he refrained, his eyes instead sliding to Freya and Mila as they quipped whatever semblance of an insult they were trying for. Freya more-so with the insults.
There his stoney gaze stood, upon the bejeweled mare as he regarded her. She looked fragile and flashy. "Maxence certainly decreed a lot of rules upon his first meeting, no?" spoken to Raum while staring at Freya. Predatory eyes returned to the quicksilver for a brief moment, and a dull smile curved the pink lines of his lips. It was devoid of real emotion - more for show - and disappeared as quickly as it came.
And then they flitted to Rhoswen, his surveying gaze regarding her dainty appearance, flowers, and near-immaculate hair. She was.. not what Day court usually consisted of, nor was Raum. His smile returned briefly, although it was disconcerting at best. "Call me Tor; it's a pleasure to meet you, Rhoswen and Raum," he introduced himself. Now he had a name to the faces.
And then Aislinn drew his attention, his scrutiny, and his ears slapped back against the circular crest of his horns. Rhoswen's words regarding Solis did not fall on deaf ears - quite the contrary, he rolled the idea of explaining what he saw around inside his head. Ultimately, he decided against it.. maybe at a later time, he would coyly breach that subject.
Instead, his eyes stayed upon the Champion of Battle, haughty in her words and stature. Her chin up high, chest out, feet squared stance brought a chuckle to the massive Warden's lips. She almost looked childish to him, with her stature and apparent knowledge of Solterran inhabitants and their 'inherent dangers to those around them'. So says one of the Night Court, who bathed and hid in the shadows like bats..
And like bats, their bones could be easily crushed and their wings easily torn.
"You don't trust us?" he said slyly, a humid, loud exhalation slipping from his nostrils as a ghost of a chuckle breathed from his throat. Large, worn hooves clacked against the ground with a dull sound as he approached, gait slow and vulturine. He had no sense of personal space, after all, and there he stood in front of her - much taller, more imposing, and looking begrudgingly amused.
"Why so much disdain? Does being a birdfetching dog not suit your pretty feathers?"
There were few things Torstein was hesitant about; this tiny, ruffled-feathers pegasus wasn't one.
Action. Thoughts. "Speech."
@Mila @Aislinn @Freya @Raum @Rhoswen ITS ABOUT TO GO DOWNNN
Posting order: Freya/Raum/Mila/Rhoswen/Tor/Aislinn
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