[ andoral, the horse named after an archdemon. his lips twitch into a faint smile, and he can't even say that the image is an unpleasant one. teia is quite the talented horsewoman, and while viago certainly knows how to ride, he can't say he enjoys it the way that teia does.
it's also difficult to find a steed tall enough for him to ride comfortably, but that is another issue for another day.
he's about to respond in kind when teia's tone changes, her eyes bright as she tilts forward. on purpose, naturally. if viago didn't know better, he would think she was about to spill out of the dress altogether, baring herself to maker knows who may or may not be watching. the image isn't exactly a bad one, but one viago would prefer happen in the privacy of their room. for him, and him alone.
still, his breath catches slightly at the sight, though his tone remains as unfussed as ever. if anything, it shifts a hair lower, his eyes roving her form. devouring her with a glance. ]
I will leave the riding to you, Andarateia.
[ as he sips his wine. riding the horse. or him. both are a pleasant image. the latter, obviously, more so. he sets his glass down delicately, settling back into his chair. his legs are a bit too long to remain seated perfectly while still being comfortable, so he does allow himself to sprawl a bit. after all, it is only teia. and while he gets comfortable, folding his hands neatly in his lap, he adds: ]
Though anything is better than sitting in a carriage for a day.
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it's also difficult to find a steed tall enough for him to ride comfortably, but that is another issue for another day.
he's about to respond in kind when teia's tone changes, her eyes bright as she tilts forward. on purpose, naturally. if viago didn't know better, he would think she was about to spill out of the dress altogether, baring herself to maker knows who may or may not be watching. the image isn't exactly a bad one, but one viago would prefer happen in the privacy of their room. for him, and him alone.
still, his breath catches slightly at the sight, though his tone remains as unfussed as ever. if anything, it shifts a hair lower, his eyes roving her form. devouring her with a glance. ]
I will leave the riding to you, Andarateia.
[ as he sips his wine. riding the horse. or him. both are a pleasant image. the latter, obviously, more so. he sets his glass down delicately, settling back into his chair. his legs are a bit too long to remain seated perfectly while still being comfortable, so he does allow himself to sprawl a bit. after all, it is only teia. and while he gets comfortable, folding his hands neatly in his lap, he adds: ]
Though anything is better than sitting in a carriage for a day.
[ a tragedy. ]