savannah
you shine in this pitch darkness
that is the butterfly effect
The stallion eyes his friend as she laughs, before snorting once, "Or rather, Absynthe, you have a very dangerous condition of believing you are not worthy of the love others wish to bestow upon you." The stallion argues with a disapproving frown. "Unfortunately, you have not yet realized, others could care less about your own beliefs and will care for you regardless, and that is where your troubles may likely begin. You are still so focused on not believing you are worthy - that you mis-construct their reactions to your actions. I shall warn you now, should you ever assign your own interpretation to my actions, and reactions - I shall be forced to re-educate you." The stern look to his features clearly was meant to show that he would not tolerate this destructive behavior from her.
He does have to snort at her reaction to their friendship, and merely reaches out to ruffle her mane in loo of a response, before smirking, "I'm one of the most powerful mages of my home world, so powerful, this world has had to corrupt my power into a more distinctive form to control my abilities. I am fairly certain you couldn't lessen my ego if you tried." He teased, winking playful, shaking his head as the gems from his draconic horns chimed at the motion, his dual-hued eyes sparkling playfully, "Not only am I magically powerful, I'm undeniably handsome as well - really is unfair to those who are more dreadfully boring, don't you agree? I've been blessed with so many positives. It's only for the world's sanity, and ability to keep functioning do I find it best to obscure my appearance in public." Besides, how was a powerful mage to work properly if others knew who to go to, to solve all their problems. That had been a trouble back home, had been one of Master Merlin's first lessons, so that Young Savannah would not risk having a similar history . . . and so Savannah had kept to the practice, even here in this world as well.
At her teasing, the stallion snorted, "You're not much my type, as you are well aware; Absynthe." The stallion snorts. "And I most certainly do not need accosted." He added with a deep, rough snort, before smirking at her reaction to the slugs. Of course, it did the job to help her see her actions for what they area, and as he stood from where they had been talking, he brushed his tail along her back in a soothing motion he (and she from previous talks in the past) knew was a trait he'd picked up from his mother to offer comfort from others. The stallion tilted his head, "Well, you best get on then, and straighten things out with your cousin. And perhaps, speak with her about the things you've spoken to me about. Perhaps she will help you redefine your definition of who you should be. Perhaps, you'll listen to her when she tells you that you, as you are even now; is the only version of you - you should be. God only knows how often you've ignored my reassurances of this for years.
">Now begone, little fae. Flutter those wings of yours in your cousin's direction. I have to finish getting my workshop and living quarters in order, and if I start taking more items out of boxes, I fear you'll blow something up. You have an odd talent of knowing just what not to touch, and I have no desire to be injured so soon in arriving in a new place by having to put myself between you and what ever explosion you've decided to cause." He stated as he herded her towards his door, "Out, out. I'll send for you once my workshop is in order, and if you need me before then, I am certain you'll be able to find me easily enough."
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@Absynthe
Notes: A little tough love?
