Yes. She said yes. Zevulun’s features brightened and excitement rippled through him almost visibly in how he perked up, ears forward and blue eyes vivid. The smile on his mouth was wide and happy, giving him an almost boyish look with his youthful features. Gone was the suave flirt who’d painted pretty words and before Avalon was a young stallion, truly and genuinely joyful to have her company. Of course, as Zevulun was truly a stallion inspired by the beauty of mares, and thus his playful nature was likely not very far.
His cheekier grin flashed as he took a step closer to her, a little bolder, reaching between them to gently brush his velvet lips to her skin, inhaling her sweet scent before he tucked back, eyes on her. “I promise, Avalon, my skills are even better than advertised.” His grin stretched a little as implication held between them and he started forward – this time certain she would follow rather than playfully driving her into the water. The cool water splashed his fetlocks and he glanced back to her and the island behind her. Every time he laid his eyes on Avalon, Zevulun was filled with a happiness he couldn’t quite explain. He couldn’t wait to show her his home, to introduce her to Maziel and Mariael, and hopefully win her over to Tinuvel, no matter how harsh the climate could sometimes be.
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