[PRP] An eventful or uneventful encounter?

[Death to Blondes]

[Rein and Moi]

-I didn't chose one of yours, cause I didn't know who would get along with this tyke. He's kind of mean to males, and softer towards any female mostly dealing with his family so I'll let you chose-

Ares' very white coat blended nicely into the snow, his corn flower blue eyes peered out. He flexed his wings and flew down these hilly plains. Or more glided down, the fresh winds blew through his short mane and tail as if alive. Almost like a small fish nipping at him, feeling it but an awkward touch. His eyes roamed again as he landed, he trotted upon his hooves now as he looked into deserted lands. No one was around it seemed, and he didn't seem to care. His ebony mane flung into his face and with a swift toss it shielded only one eye. At least he could see through one.

With every on going day he was getting bigger and stronger. His muscles were showing through and his baby fat was shrinking away as he grew older. His once expressioned eyes shone nothing now, as he hid his emotions from everyone. It was what he was taught and being under the care of a unikalona could do things to a growing colt. His muzzle lifted as he took in the chilling air. No sounds, no nothing it almost seemed unreal.  

[Death to Blondes]

Ares felt a stranger nearby, and as the winds came to him he knew it was a female. If it were a male he would simply walk away, a female he either stayed put or left. He never went to them, that would just induce conversation and half the time it wasn't worth it. His ebony mane spiked out like a fo-hawk on him. It was short, but getting longer Cyrus said it wouldn't be long before it reached past his knees like his dad. But seeing how Cyrus is as short as his at the moment, he didn't think he had the room to talk.

He looked out into the blue skies, he had flown up once or twice. Once with a male Sihab but he didn't know if he quite liked him all that much yet. Yes he was nice and flew with him but personalities and looks can be decieving.  

[Death to Blondes]

Achille's white coat shivered slightly as he felt another approach, he turned his head to see a mare near. He bowed his head to her, in a respective manner. He was gaining...some of his etiquitte back but still there were still small things that seemed to make him snap these days. Those eyes that were like the color of winter skies gazed at her with a soft intensity it was hard to compare to another.  

[Death to Blondes]

Ares looked to the female, no one had ever outwardly spoke to him like that. He had bowed to her slightly but that was to acknowledge her...most moved on. He shrugged it off, "Bonjour, I suppoz'." he replied in a thick, deep accent. "The sun is out which iz always nice." His thick braids traveled to his eyes only so he could whip them back, he wasn't used to conversations quite yet.  

[Death to Blondes]

He watched her, "I am Ares." he had to work out his 's' now that his accent had grown thick for the day. It changed occasionally and he did not mind. "Why iz it a pleasure? I do not mean 'zis in a rude way if vous take it az such but I do not see why it iz a pleasure." he eyed her not knowing proper etiquitte on anything having no 'nurturing' mother in his life ever so he was curious to new ways. His corn flower blue eyes that held some what of a coldness or a void behind them gazed at her carefully.  

[Death to Blondes]

"I see." he stood intrigued by the mare. "My old trainer, taught me about karma. She said it was false, so the deed I did would not come back to haunt moi. They 'aven't but still the t'ings I did were horrible but I see now it was felt personally. And 'ze 'ave come back to haunt moi, 'ze were always 'zere." he looked to her softly. "Do vous 'ave any o'ter of 'zese lessons your mother taught you." the stallion stood, wondering what other etiquittes that could perhaps help him. He did not know if the question was appropriate but perhaps on a friendly level she could help him rather be rude about it and call him stupid for not knowing such things.  

[Death to Blondes]

Ares watched her and shook his head, "Non vous do not ramble, I asked a question and vous simply answered." he watched her, he didn't have the look to being polite. His eyes were to cold and he didn't seem to be the gentleman type yet he wanted to know and this was more than what could ever be expected of him. "Polite? 'Ow could being polite annoy some'un or 'how could vous avoid being annoying with it?" he was truly intrigued with the mare's knowledge and whether she knew it or not he was respecting her more than most that he had ever met in his lifetime.  

[Death to Blondes]

Ares had bit of a flash back for a moment, he huffed softly. "I was that colt." he replied. But now he seemed to want to learn to be polite, perhaps he thought this could help him with his temper. Who knew. "I understand what vous mean, but I do not t'ink 'zat vous are annoying in anyway ma cherie." Something came over him when she blushed, he didn't mind when others blushed sometimes he found it amusing. He hadn't blushed a day since when Gaiacenta told him to kill his first rabbit and he didn't think she was serious. But she was, she never joked. Never. His response was as truthful as one could get, he rarely lied. Usually only if he had been some where, where he shouldn't have been as a foal but now he had no need for it.