This flaming guardian could be your worst nightmare...
Golden eyes watched her reactions to his words, a smile permanently on his face as he gazed at her. "As was I... perhaps that is why the sun caresses our bodies and paints us with its glow." He murmured softly, his voice rich and silky. "Though I will say your grace is that of autumn, warm and inviting while richer in hue than what you usually see in summer. My own colors are more reminiscent of midnight in winter, snow lightening the depths of the darkness and painted by the glow of flames." He laughed softly, stepping closer to her.
The question of age made him laugh, eyes twinkling as he watched her. "I am definitely not older than ten. I am eight. Lets just say that I had a very... traumatic... upbringing." There it was. The sign that he was growing up and learning more about himself. Admitting that he had been raised very different from the stallion that he had become. That his rather violent past had created a figure wiser than many his own age. He refused to ask her own age, finding that he hated the idea of prying into a mare's private life unless she offered the knowledge herself.
Sol found himself laughing yet again as she spoke. "Perhaps all of them combined. Who is to say which one takes precedent in making you the beautiful, strong, elegant creature that you are? The rich beauty of your coat could be a gift from Caligo, her passion and protection gracing you with a coat that is warm and the color of molten chocolate. The striking golds could be gifts from Solis, the warmth of the sun at it's highest. The multi-faceted Vespera may have graced your form with the striking features, the beautiful planes of your face, the strength in your muscles and limbs." He smiled, his golden eyes taking her in once again as he spoke. "Or, perhaps the gods decided to come together to create a being as lovely as yourself, making you blessed by them all." He winked, lifting his head as he watched her.
@Jane
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