Rainforest Cliffs
Her laugh makes him blink, whilst his intelligent mind shoots through all of the hundreds of reasons why she may be laughing despite the fact he's just walked into her. None of them make a great deal of sense, so the colt simply stands rather dumbly whilst waiting for her to explain the reason for the odd noise. It's accompanied by an upturn of the lips that the yearling has come to learn is a grin, usually a sign of happiness, amusement, or general good-feeling. Vulkán's own expression rarely ventures from a slight frown, the same way that his speech rarely deviates from a strict monotone devoid of any inflections or pitch changes.
He adds up the grin and the laughter, yet it doesn't make things any clearer. She then repeats his words back at him, which makes him all the more confused. Deciding to plough on ahead despite his discomfort about this mare's odd behaviour, the yearling seizes with relief upon her next question. Ah, yes, this he can understand. "Yes," he says in his monotone rumble. "My name is Vulkán. Who are you?" She may have been present during the mass death at the portal's creation, but he cannot be sure. A sudden frisson of pain inside his head makes him cringe away with a small whimper, slamming his eyes shut again and pinning his ears as the white-hot pain erupts through his mind. It had eased slightly during his distracted thoughts about this mare's odd behaviour, but now it's back with a vengeance. The colt groans audibly and scrunches his face up, not thinking for a second how this might appear to the tobiano in front of him. |
@Weaver sorry for the wait!
