It takes a moment for the buckskin to raise his head. Anonymous cocks his head slightly to the side, wondering at the delay. He can't imagine that the stallion hasn't noticed his presence. It doesn't take an assassin to pick up on the sensation of being watched. Still he stands there, the sun passing over him to cast a dark shadow on the ground. Wouldn't it be so much better if he could hide in the daylight as well as he does in the night? Nothing could be done about it, at least, not at the moment. Finally the stallion lifts his head, but stays on the ground. If he didn't feel like a predator before, he does now. He takes a step around the recumbent form, thinking if he were feline how he might lick his chops, letting his claws extend into the ground. But no, he's just a poor hybrid. Blessed with horns and wings, equipped with daggers, he's not helpless. His expression gives away nothing, eyes devoid of emotion. Anonymous glances toward the sun as the buckskin mentions the weather, then back down. His voice is smooth and cool. "Indeed. The Sun God has blessed us." I tilt my head and let a soft smile quirk on my lips, imitating appropriate societal interaction. "I hope I didn't disturb you too much. But where are my manners? I am Emrys." He'd used it with Only, but then clarified that his real name is Anonymous. He doubts Only will pass the information on, and surely not pass it south to a court he doesn't belong to. Perhaps that assumption will come to bite him in the ass. |