Limestone Ridge

My speckled girl finds that she liked the gentle sound of his voice and her ears perk up a bit shifting aside thick mane hairs. When he mentions the other mares, her face lights up some and she nods her head. "Freiya and Sarang have been wonderful," she admits happily. She hasn't met any of the others yet but it's a good start for now. She thinks of Freiya's bubbly personality and knows there is probably little possibility of her ever being sad or depressed around that mare.

The painted stallion asks another question about why she chose to come and her cheeks flame with embarassment. Her eyes drop toward her hooves studying the thick hair that covers them intently. She thinks about it a moment trying to choose her words before looking back up toward him. She met his gaze softly. "I used to live here when I was a child... I guess that I wanted to see the place again and you were very kind in the field. I do wish that ShadowAce had come with me but we parted ways soon after. Last, I saw she went with a black stallion."

She studies his face and wonders just what he is like. She knows that he is kind and benevolent to have gathered so many mares in one place. What does he do for fun? She smiles a bit and chuckles to herself as she takes him in as a whole. She's probably one of the few horses that won't openly stare at his horns. That's because she's used to horses staring at her wings. She can find them quite useful and even beautiful. She wonders if his neck gets tired holding the extra weight but he's probably used to it. Oh, she needed to get her mind off that little day dream and back on him. She smiles a bit more. "You'll have to excuse me. I haven't had much experience with relationships. I've been alone a lot during my life... So if any of my manners are crude, I ask your pardon."

...I'd already have you in my arms.

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