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Bicolored eyes trail the muscles that bulge from every inch of the stallion who stands before her. She can not help but be taken by the sight of him. It has been some time since Caly has actually spoke to someone of the opposite sex, or anyone for that matter. She had spent some months in complete isolation, meandering from place to place. She thought many times, that the next place would be her home, but it never felt right. Yet, a soft voice always whispered, come home my sweet caly . For the longest of times she had ignored it, until it became unbearable to do so anymore. Caly turned her sights on finding her way back to the Islands, back to her home.

Caly looks up at the man, he offers his words as gifts to her. Wooing her with sweet compliments and fluffing her ego, a soft smile touches her pink lips. "My mother, Caesisus, gave it to me." She says the name of her mother with fondness. She eyes the man before her, in hopes that he had seen her mother or maybe the name would strike familiarity with him. If he was the king of all of Atlantis, than surely he could of heard something about her. She glances up at the man as he speaks again, this time, he offers his name.

Roug, and he wishes to be friends. She nods her delicately chiseled crown. "Of course, Roug, I do consider you a friend." She says with a smile upon her pink lips. She glances up at him from behind a viel of dark lashes, as he speaks again, this time about Paradise. Her ears swivel to attention as he begins to talk about his home... her home. "I would love nothing else than to see your Paradise." She says almost too excitedly. He was smart and mysterious, especially mysterious.

"Would you be angry with me if I told you something?" As her question leaves her lips, she dares to reach her mouth to brush it against the bulging muscles of his shoulder. She lingers for a brief moment before pulling away. She can feel the shiver run the length of her spine, she has certainly not touched a man in months. "I'm sorry, I should of..." Her words broke off in mid sentence. She felt overwhelmingly foolish for touching a complete stranger, not even five minutes after giving him her name. What would he think? She was some kind of floozy? She retreats a step back, further than before. She could feel warmth crawling into her cheeks. "Please forgive me, Roug... I'm not sure what came over me." She stammers.

She drops her gaze to her hooves. She did not know him well enough to guess what his next actions or words would be. Oh Caly, you've only been on the Islands a full 3 hours and your already touching strangers. It's not that she had meant to, she just couldn't help herself sometimes. She follows her heart even when it leads her into trouble.