avalon -----
by masquerade out of pandora
In the time it takes Avalon and her pushy male companion to hit the beach, she realizes that something about the whole situation is hinky. He hasn’t once tried to actually claim her and his entire demeanor screams playtime. She has a feeling that he’s trying to get a specific reaction from her and by the time her hooves sink into the sand, she has a plan to counter him.
Her body has relaxed now that she is sure there’s no danger, but the heat has taken its toll. Nearly her entire frame, normally a shining shade of slate, is black with sweat, making the speckling peeking out from the underside of her barrel stand out even further and the brightness of her blue eyes sparkle even more against her wide blaze.
She shakes her head at him, trying for an appearance of being condescending. ”I think not,” she says airily, ”Why would I go anywhere with a stranger? Didn’t your mother teach you manners? You should introduce yourself first.”
She gives a bit of a wicked grin, though her heavy breathing kind of ruins the image. Late summer/early fall is probably not the best time to exert as much energy as she has just done, between her initial run and this almost dance with the pale figure at her side.
”Are you even old enough to proposition girls?” Her voice turns to a more teasing quality as she looks the boy over, realizing that he really does look young. She doesn’t miss him moving closer, and she retreats backward to regain the previous distance between them, dancing on her hind legs in case she needs to continue the game. She’s enjoying herself and trying desperately not to show it.
"Tinuvel’s the one with all the ice and snow, right?" she asks, turning up her nose in an expression of mock disdain. She won’t admit out loud that her curiosity is growing; she hadn’t been to Tinuvel before, has no real idea of what the island is like. She’d grown up on the doomed Cimarron and had visited Luthien a couple of times when her grandfather Maximus was still alive and ruling the Thicket, but her exposure to long periods of cold has been virtually nonexistent.
She’s kind of charmed by his flirting, but she doesn’t want to commit to anything if that’s as far as he’s willing to go. She still wants to head back to her uncle and convince him to return but at this point she’ll likely have to wait for winter to come and go. And what would she do in the meantime? Her original plan of simple reconnaissance doesn’t seem to be working as well as she’d thought.
seven - grulla sabino - mixed - 16.2hh |