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She turned heads with her little display, but that was hardly surprising. Vivienne had always had a way of commanding attention when she wanted to, even as a young filly, either through looks or dramatics or both. She had inherited some of her mother's dished face and elegance, but her sire's bone structure and glittering emerald eyes had only added to her appeal. Combined with her innate confidence and devil-may-care attitude, and she had a recipe for on-demand attention, both good and bad.

Her gaze roved over the different faces in search of something interesting, only to snag on the leggy golden stallion that seemed to be willing to stake his claim early. A grin curled self-indulgently across her lips and she turned toward him as he approached, favoring him with her attention and letting the long strands of her flaxen tail waft around her like a ribbon. He was handsome, she had to admit, and her smirk deepened in appreciation as he matched her energy and then drew a very obvious circle around her with his display, making his intent clear enough for others to read even though he did not reach forward to mar her skin with his teeth. Vivi would freely admit that she would not have turned down the attention of multiple suitors so that she might pick the one most suitable to her needs... but she certainly wouldn't mind just this one either, given the effort he was making to woo her.

"It's no fun being alone," she murmured playfully, taking a fearless step forward and then beginning her own, much tighter and much slower circle around him. "It's lonely at night with no one to hold me," which was only partly true. Vivi had never truly struggled at finding someone to hold her, it was the power grab that tripped them up. "And you can't blame a girl for hoping that a handsome prince will sweep in and take all her troubles away." Even if those troubles were solely of her own making.

Vivienne made no attempt to hide her appreciative inspection of the tall stallion as she circled. He was marked by scars that implied a familiarity with fighting for what he wanted and had thus far conducted himself with an authority that she found exhilarating. All in all, she knew she could have done much, much worse. She continued her little trek until she was back at his forehand, though less space existed between them than before. "Besides, it should probably be me asking you what you're doing here," she tipped her head slightly as if inquisitive, sending golden strands cascading across her face. "You certainly don't strike me as the type who should be spending any time alone."

Her petite muzzle extended in his direction for an exchange of breaths if he was willing, her ears pricked forward in anticipation of his answer.