barbarous coasts Posted on August 16, 2013 at 06:26:25 PM by dragonmaw
Her attention is drawn at movement. Patience had paid off and she offered him her nose as he pushed toward her. His pink nose against her speckled ebony one. The familiarity of his scent eased her in this strange cold territory. The cold wouldn't have phased her as much, if her coat was a bit thicker -- but she bore the small hardship, for she knew it'd be a short time now, and he'd hardly notice at all.
In addition, his musk was heavily laced with salty waters, and though she barely knew this stallion (whom had eagerly fetched her from the common!), she felt inclined by instinct to push against him, her neck pressing up against his, her fleshy tongue lapped at his shoulder just where the thick clumped together tufts of wet mane met the end of his neck. Her ears shift back some, keeping one trained on him, the other lazily on their surroundings. Soon enough her teeth delicately came into play, nibbling and sucking some, claiming some of the excess bits of sea he carried with him. She may not have been an openly social creature, but she certainly was not opposed to a little social grooming, even if started by her.
Her attention is drawn, however, when she hears his voice for the first time. Her ears train on him more directly, and she turned her head at a sharp angle from where she stood to look at him. Her ears were still pinned on him, and remained so in the fluid motion of her heads turn. It didn't take her long to decide that she liked it. " I know. " she replied, her tone even and lightly accented. " It pleases me that I needn't bare it alone."