Common

The grullo's answer sent a ripple of delight coursing through her, and she nodded once, unintentionally. Ava knew it was better not to give away her hand but being whisked away was exactly what she had come here for. To be loved, to be admired, to be wanted was all that she needed.

She watched as the red dun stallion - still seemingly oblivious to her existence - wandered back into her view to whisper some sort of sweet nothings into her paramour's ear and felt her lips compressing back into a frown. In an instant, her ears tipped back and her slender foreleg - adorned with the faintest beginnings of her curly winter coat - stamped the ground in annoyance. Who did he think he was, ignoring her like that?

Thankfully, Sihtric returns his attention back to her and she grins again, her annoyance fading with the retreat of the red dun stallion. Had Nahawi played his cards differently, Ava might have been delighted to be the one in the middle, watching them verbally spar for her affections. But his indifference had earned her ire and she was now not at all sad to see him go.

"Just getting to know each other," she says brightly, her eyes alight with eagerness. As he bids her to wait there, her brow furrows but she complies, if only out of curiosity to see what it is that he intends to do. Surely he doesn't plan to find a place for them to stay here in the Commons, where just anyone might stop by to try and snap them up? She watches him slip away, her ears perked forward and her expression expectant.

When he returns with a pretty smelling flower in a soft purple shade, she melts all over again, with pulsing hearts for pupils and everything. She drops her muzzle to the flower, dragging in the sweet scent and letting it imprint on her heart. Even if fate carried them apart, Ava knew she would forever remember the moment this handsome grullo stallion offered her a flower. Perhaps today had not gone exactly as she had hoped, but it had turned out better than she had expected.

"Put it in my mane?" She asked after a moment, having picked up and proffered the flower back to him. To do so would be no easy task, given the tight curls of her mane, but would be even more secure because of them. And if her muzzle happened to wander to his shoulder while he was preoccupied, so that she could trace the strong muscles she found there with her lips? Well, that was only fair.