Physically, the two of them were at once similar and wildly dissimilar. She, all softness and femininity. Gold as gilt and surrounded by her froth of curls. He, all sharp angles and sparseness. He lifted his dripping muzzle from the water to study her with more curiosity than bitterness, though his ears swung back a little uncertainly. Then they tilted forward as she spoke. She looked good framed against the sky like that and he wondered briefly if she knew. Did she do it on purpose? Or did she just have the unconscious awareness of the way eyes fell on her? Still he didn't make her wait long for a response. An easy, warm smile of his own answered hers.
"I am Vadim. As important as they are, I try not to be wed to first impressions." The golden stallion tilted his head a little to one side, rose line nostrils flaring as he drew in the scent of the desert air and the mare. "Everyone has their days. This place is beautiful." Pale eyes turned away from her and he pivoted a little so he was on angle to her, gaze sweeping across the oasis and farther. At the desert. Then tilting his head back to let the golden sun pour over his face as the sky finished clearing. His pale tale whipped back and forth in a slow, lazy fashion. His attention wandered back to Bexley relatively quickly though and he danced a little in place.
He took a few steps forward, then hesitated. As though not certain of his welcome by this other golden equine. The maneless stallion fixed his gaze back on her and finally let some of the questions that had built up and up and up since his arrival. "Are you native here? Who built the court? Why is reverence of Solis so important? Did he create this place? Is he an important ancestor?"
His questions stuttered to a halt. He hadn't really meant to ask so many all at once but it was a relief to have been approached by someone and to engage in conversation. Still, his nostrils flushed darker in his embarrassment and he turned his head aside a little.
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