Chrys hums softly, smiling. “She’s a beautiful horse.” He says softly, watching the interaction. “I’m sure you’ll see her again…you two seem to have a wonderful relationship.” Chrys seems to zone out for a while, then chuckles. “Reminds me of my own pet.”
Rodya hums siftly, still petting NightShade's muzzle. "Thank you." He looks back at the man, "I am Rodion Konstantinov, and you are?"
He supposed it was polite to make an introduction at this point. Though Rodya wasn't sure if the an would tell him his name.
Chrys smiles, “Chryses Alarie. Pleasure to meet you Rodion. You have a very handsome sounding name if I do say so myself.” Chrys says softly. He realized a little too late that his supposedly polite sounding statement may actually sound a tad bit flirty, but it was too late now.
(Oh, waot, his name's Rodion- that's how he introduces himself, lemme fix that- only his close friends and family call him Rodya)
(Ohhhh ok-)
(:p)
Rodya tips his head back, laughing, “Oh? I do?” He covers his mouth, sliding hips papers into his back with ease, “And what makes you say that? The Russian center? Or the name itself? Or perhaps both?”
Chrys chuckles. “Both. Definitely both.” He leans against the tree. “You definitely seem like the kind of man who already knows how amazing he is though. But just in case you don’t, then let me just remind you.” Okay. Now he was flirting.
Rodya smiles, “Hmm. . . Perhaps I know. Perhaps I don’t.” He looks back to his horse, gently petting her muzzle, “But thanks for stroking my already large ego.” He chuckles softly, smiling at Chryses.
Chrys smiles back, nodding. “My pleasure. Well. I suppose I should leave you to your own devices now. It was a pleasure meeting such a fine young man such as yourself.”
Rodya blinks slightly, tilting his head, “Where are you from? The nearby village? I don’t recognize you.”
Chrys laughs softly, “Well- not exactly. If you want to know where I’m from, then I’m from China. But if you want to know where I live, I live in a mansion by the mountains. Close to the village.”
Rodya’s brow furrowed slightly, “And you never visit the kings court?” He asks, confused.
Chrys shakes his head, “Pfft. No. Only once or twice.” He stops himself before he overshares. More importantly, mention how the last time he visited, was 100 years ago.
Rodya looks at him, “I don’t recognize you, and you look to be similar in age to me. I would remember a face like yours.” He tilts his head slightly, “I may be Russian, but I’ve practically lived at the English court my whole life.”
Chrys nods, “It…was more of a short business trip.”
Rodya hums, still staring at Chyrses, “Ok.” He says, keeping his face clear of anything but believing what the other man was saying.
Chrys hums, adjusting his gloves. “Well. I should get going.”
“Yeah. Have fun.” He pulls himself onto his horse, patting her neck lightly and gently turning her to face Chryses, “See you later.”
Chrys nods, then turns and walks away.
Rodya watches him, and then rides away at a canter, deep in thought.
Chrys sighs, walking into his mansion. He leans against the door. He felt bad for lying…but he needed to.
ROdya had never even heard whisperings of one ‘Chryses Alarie‘. And he supposed he would do some research.
Chrys sighs, walking to his room. He rubs his throat. He was hungry. He huffs and steps back outside. Might as well go hunt. He then disappears into the woods.
When Rodya gets back, he heads to the library, searching the records. After a few hours, he does find a mention of a man by the same name, last seen at court over a hundred years ago. He frowns, confused, and tilts his head, looking through more records.