The stallion shuffled a little at her first glances, concerned he had intruded on or startled her. Slowly her eyes started to trail up and down his body and he stopped, grinning at her. He had never taken into account what his appearance would be to the others around him, but if a mare was going to take a minute to look at him, he was not going to say no. But he did shake off the thought after a minute and brought himself back into reality and present. Still, he was humored and flattered she had studied him with such curiosity, making him all that much more aware of her movements and his actions towards her.
The stallion’s grin grew further into a glittering smile at her sudden shyness and he drew closer, still keeping a respectful but companionable distance. As tempted as he was to tease and play, he did not want to completely fluster the mare. Her shiver did not go completely unnoticed by his light blue eyes, which lit up and danced as they watched her.
At her words, he looked at the trees she had pointed to and cocked his head curiously. He had heard of harsh weathered trees that were as pokey as the horses that lived near them, as well as lands that were so barren trees refused to grow. In his travels he rarely came across such extremes, knowing he was not a harsh weather equine. In his home the trees never lost their leaves, and he loved it. Looking back at the mare he cooled himself a little more, wanting to know her and have her trust him before he started to tease. You haven’t seen trees, or you having seen these trees? She had hinted she was new to the islands and he moved forward with that. There are some places here that have trees that lose their leaves, some that have no trees… My trees are vibrant green and have some of the most beautiful flowers... He grinned, looking directly at her. Made for beautiful creatures to enjoy them. He stepped closer and held his nose out to her, implying and invitation to come closer in greeting. You seem cold. I know some place you could be warm…