K A I S A R "Impressive isn't it?" The rich baritone of his voice broke through the melody of the night, warm like the crackle of the fire and the heat it offered to those who tended to it. Buildings weren't nearly so impressive to the smouldering stallion, after all, he'd spent his youth and his years in various castles and palaces, roaming their shadowed halls in the comfort of the darkness they kept. The towering Keep was just another stone holding to the scarred stallion to reside in, until fate decided otherwise, but it did not mean he was blind to it's charms. Especially when faced with a mare who looked at it as the pale doe in front of him did. There were places in the world who had never been gifted such wondrous buildings, he remembered someone telling him once, and then again in passing another handful of times. He left the safety of the shadows after a moment of silence, illuminated by the torchlight which guarded the entrance of the keep, the ruddy hues of his coat made all the more richer in the light they provided. Dual coloured eyes watched with an inquisitive glint, assessing the mare and taking in her slight and slender frame. There is beauty in simplicity, and the mare has it in abundance. Painted in all the shades of the moonlights pale palette and blessed with her shimmer. His shadow could swallow her whole, he mused idly to himself, head tilted a fraction to the left as the thought passed. "It will not collapse, if that is what is keeping you from coming inside." Kaisar stated, crowned head tilting to glance up at the vine covered windows and weathered stone. "I would remember such a face as yours, are you new to Denocte's family? Or simply visiting?" He inquired nonchalantly enough, but there is a weight to his words that is undeniable underneath the heat of his words and the glint in his eye. It's the beginnings of a dance, the careful first steps as they find the rhythm and the music plays it's opening notes. A warrior deciding to draw his spear, or would it be the chivalrous knight's waltz? While he is accustomed to both, as his very essence demands him to be, he cannot help the one selfish thrum which hopes it is the latter. "kaisar talks" TAG: @ |
