Common

She moves briskly at a trot, but absently all the same. Her sights are set on nothing and her intentions are just to keep in motion. She has no destination, but her time was precious and she would not have it wasted. Mephit’s ears continue to catch snippets of conversations, but nothing terribly interesting. Such was the way of things, nothing revolutionary usually stemmed from common areas. Mentions of key territories were repeat subjects, but Mephit felt no urge to seek them out just yet. As she rolls the names of said places over, and over, and over, she hears a call. One from a stallion, she assumed. Again, not an uncommon occurrence, but the pitch of the call warbled - the first thing to deviate from the others.

Suddenly, a red figure comes into view. Mephit catches sight of the tall stallion in her peripherals, and figured she would simply keep onward. However, his pace was quicker than she anticipated. Mephit locks her front legs, hindquarters dipping to rock her weight back to avoid a direct collision with him. In one quick motion, her ears flatten into the dusty brown roots of her mane as she skids to a halt. She adjusts her stance to straighten herself up, but does not budge from where she stands. While he gave the opportunity for space, she slid herself uncomfortably close. Mephit’s body language was stiff, unwavering. Her eyes narrow as she hones in on this stranger. If Mephit was anything, she was perceptive. Keen to observe and pick apart anyone she encountered to the best of her abilities. This stallion would be no different.

He speaks and she… somewhat listens. Her ears remain flattened, holding back the urge to spin and launch her hooves at this stallion. However, she bides her time. She’s far more focused on the little quirks; the overly done swagger, the twitching muscles, the flushed cheeks. He compliments her, not once but twice. She flicks an ear forward and lifts a brow, a vicious glimmer appears in her eyes.

“Do pretty things always get your feathers oh-so ruffled?” she is jeering in her tone, tilting her head with a smug smirk.