She is contemplating her lackluster ability of premonition when a voice interrupts her thoughts and she is lfet snapping her head back around to look back ahead of herself. "You're probably right." She isn’t terribly sure if she finds his dry humor funny, or if it is humor at all -- but politeness bids her to stretch out a slender and yet never too slender neck for an equal exchange to his offered greeting. "Although I'd be happy to help remove the offending salt from such a pretty girl's coat."
His flattery might perhaps be a little lacking in pomp and circumstance, but she is not unfamiliar with kind words of appreciation and so she doesn’t get terribly bundled up about it.
"Does this pretty girl have a name?" His grin is charming, for all that she had spent quite a bit of time trying to avoid stallions and their notice. She wonders at him a moment, ice-green eyes not overtly perusing but all of him filling her gaze just the same. He is handsome, well made -- certainly not lacking in what some might call ‘quaint appreciations’. She steps forward instead of away for the first time in months, perhaps even years. The normal distance is rendered lesser, and he’d not even done more than appreciate the tender sensibilities of his intended target. Fair payment for the price of his patience.
"I’m Solomon, lead of the Cove."
"I’m Columbina, though most find it a mouthful. Most stick to Collie."
For such a flashy looking creature, she offers a name so pedestrian, it is obvious that she hasn’t the mind for vanity. Looking her best, yes… but not vanity for certain. His eyes on her makes her haunches flinch, just enough to show and just barely beneath making her dance to the side in nervous gesture. She pointedly cocks one hindleg to its toe to cover the ‘tell’.
Having made him linger in silence for her name till he offered his own (admittedly because he was handsome and she was appreciating the image he made) she tries a little harder to be accommodating herself. "I just found my way here last night, went in before that awful storm and did a clutzy job of timing. I am positively salt ridden from ear tip to hind hoof. Whatever assistance you can bear to offer, I would be absolutely indebted to you for the relief." She smiles appropriately bashful, partially ashamed, and a little invigorated for having spoken so boldly to anything of the less-fair sex.
She eyes him from out of the corner of her eye as she side steps to put her halfway nearer, not at all unhappy with the radiated warmth and a little giddy-headed with the newness of being so lacking in boundaries. His politeness, despite his flirtation, was enticing-- giving her more outward seeming boldness than her usual self.