The sound of approaching hooves softly crunching in the snow has Luana turning her head to watch the lone stallion come closer to the falls, taking a moment to get a drink himself before moving to head back the way he had come. Well how rude, she snorts, turning her body to face him. "You came for a drink but didn't hit on the pretty mare all by her lonesome?," She voices to him, a smirk on her dark lips, "you must have great self control." Her voice surely oozed with sarcasm, but she was slightly annoyed. Wasn't the point of these common grounds to mingle and catch up?
She takes a few steps in his direction but does not move any further into his personal space while she assesses him further. "I'm Luana," She tucks her head to her chest introducing herself, and then extends her neck out to gesture with her head in his direction, "and you are grumpy and elusive?". Her mother told her to never poke fun at a stallion, some were sorry jokers and easily took offense, but what was life without some mischief and fun? |