The Pinnacle
03-25-2018, 03:36 AM
He was now covered in glitter. It fell upon him like a delicate blanket, one that caused a sense of warmth to engulf his lanky form. His eyes looked on in wonder at the spectacle, watching as the Matron offered to celebrate their hard work. Yet as everyone began to disperse to mingle amongst themselves, the boy was stuck in a standstill. Social gatherings had never been something he was a part of, and thus he didn't know what the process was of partaking in such an event. Was he meant to stand and smile and nod during someone's conversation, or was he meant to step along to a rhythm he currently could not hear others dancing to.
There were plenty of options but there wasn't a clear first he thought he was supposed to accomplish. So he aimlessly wandered until he figured what to do next. It was when his eyes fell upon a black brute did something strike him. Around them both others had begun to pair off to dance, swaying in sync to a beat that Vynter could only see. Yet he was intrigued, and definitely wanted to partake. Except he currently had no partner. Perhaps this new man would be willing to dance with him? Surely he wanted to do something other than awkwardly stand too.
So with the utmost confidence he trotted up to the tall, graceful man, before bowing down with one hoof forward as he had seen the other stallions do to mares. Although his ebony companion was indeed not a woman, it didn't change the fact that Vynter saw this as the only way to offer the invitation of a dance. He didn't exactly know how he would respond, but as soon as a nod of his head was apparent the boy stood closer, pressing his side to the taller man's and beginning to take the lead in their silent waltz. The grullo concentrated greatly on his footing, relying on the view of other horses to show him what the rhythm was. Given the circumstances, he was doing rather well, and he guided this tall stranger through the steps with uncommon grace.
His eyes met his partner's once or twice, but he mostly kept his attention on other couples to make sure he was still dancing in tune. He felt accomplished, knowing that even with the inability to hear; he was still able to function rather normally. He could only hope at this point that his dance partner wouldn't talk and expect him to have a conversation.
Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
