Was he Jealous?
A chuckle escaped from delectable lips. Later, his shoulders rose as Moulin raised a fist to his mouth. He coughed as though to dismiss his previous actions. His silver eyes brightened with mirth. He was amused and intrigued. Truly, the sight was delightful but Moulin knew he should not make fun of the situation.
The skies were turning dark. Clouds turning heavy, seeming as if it would rain rocks.
"Sir Tarohn, I believe your horse has been brought." Moulin quickly diverted the attention of the man. He gestured his hand towards the black horse carefully brought by a fellow leonile sentinel.
With a nod, Tarohn turned away from Moulin. He saw the particular look the youth gave him as he to say 'Hurry and get lost' in a seemingly amused way. The Lord bit back a smile as he walked towards his horse. His cloak cutting through the air as he hopped on his horse skillfully. The wind seemed to favor him,
