Raymond.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crown
when the man comes around
Raymond liked her.
It was an instinctive decision, and to be honest Raymond made a point of wasting as little energy as possible by disliking only the truly loathsome, but there was something about the collared mare's bluntness that he appreciated, even found endearing. She even made an effort to be sociable when it was obvious she wasn't particularly enamored of the activity. If Teiran was as diligent in battle as she was in this, then Solterra was lucky to count her among them.
Believe it or not, Raymond hadn't come to socialize either. Nobody questions the motives of a partygoer sipping wine and cheering on the various performers, and one could say he had as good of a reason as any to want to chase away the shadows of his thoughts with friendly banter and ample drinks, but mainly he wanted to shed light into as many dark corners of his understanding as he could with minimal effort.
Teiran described Solterra like a poet. The contrast between the passion in those words and the dry statements she'd made before said as much about her as it did about her homeland, and Raymond nodded his interest and appreciation along with the cadence of her words. It reminded him of home.
"That sounds enchanting," the red stallion replied. "You describe it so lovingly, I wish I could see it." He could tell by her wandering eye that the dark mare seemed eager to get back to her...patrolling, or prowling, or whatever it was that she had set out to accomplish here, and he had no intention of holding her up overlong over a passing concern for his blade-sharpening choices. Best to offer her an out, if she so wished it.
"Are you guys fond of visitors? Maybe I could drop by sometime so you can get back to your patrols here."
Raymond had absolutely no idea how she might react to the request, but he was ready for anything. Sometimes you gotta risk it for the biscuit.
It was an instinctive decision, and to be honest Raymond made a point of wasting as little energy as possible by disliking only the truly loathsome, but there was something about the collared mare's bluntness that he appreciated, even found endearing. She even made an effort to be sociable when it was obvious she wasn't particularly enamored of the activity. If Teiran was as diligent in battle as she was in this, then Solterra was lucky to count her among them.
Believe it or not, Raymond hadn't come to socialize either. Nobody questions the motives of a partygoer sipping wine and cheering on the various performers, and one could say he had as good of a reason as any to want to chase away the shadows of his thoughts with friendly banter and ample drinks, but mainly he wanted to shed light into as many dark corners of his understanding as he could with minimal effort.
Teiran described Solterra like a poet. The contrast between the passion in those words and the dry statements she'd made before said as much about her as it did about her homeland, and Raymond nodded his interest and appreciation along with the cadence of her words. It reminded him of home.
"That sounds enchanting," the red stallion replied. "You describe it so lovingly, I wish I could see it." He could tell by her wandering eye that the dark mare seemed eager to get back to her...patrolling, or prowling, or whatever it was that she had set out to accomplish here, and he had no intention of holding her up overlong over a passing concern for his blade-sharpening choices. Best to offer her an out, if she so wished it.
"Are you guys fond of visitors? Maybe I could drop by sometime so you can get back to your patrols here."
Raymond had absolutely no idea how she might react to the request, but he was ready for anything. Sometimes you gotta risk it for the biscuit.
@Teiran
aut viam inveniam aut faciam
