As minutes passed the ocean grew more and more violent and the less Georgiana could hear, it had begun to make her concerned and if Braylen hadn't pulled up in front of her she would have made her way back towards the forest and to the herd to weather the oncoming storm. It seems his call falls on deaf ears, despite probably being just loud enough to hear over all the noises nature seems to be making.
“Georgiana.” The suddenness of his deepening voice causes her to jolt her head upwards uneasily and the whites of her blue-grey eyes to flash if only for a moment as she skids a few steps back on the warm sand. ”Oh dear, sorry Braylen!” She exclaims airily, obviously startled. “I did not hear you coming,” she continues as her heart slows back to its normal pace, and as her usual stoic demeanor also returns, particularly to her dainty face. With a final, deep and purposeful inhale and sharp exhale, causing her rosy nostrils to flare, the cogs turn steadily in her mind as she strains her ears to best estimate where he's standing, locking her gaze in the place she best guesses his eyes are.
The skin on her nose tingles somewhat and for a moment it makes her wonder what it is (after all she is still recovering internally from the startle) but it perhaps registers a second too late that the wonderfully maturing stallion had extended a greeting and she laughs quietly at herself for this, returning the greeting, gentle eyes smiling. “To me today would have to be the most humid day we've had all Summer, and since I haven't returned to the seaside since arriving I thought it would greet me with open arms and give me some relief from said conditions.” She answers with humour, pausing for a moment, one ear flicking towards the sea, “The cool breeze is perfect, but-” as if on cue lightning strikes boldly in the distance, so she briefly gestures in its direction to emphasis her point instead.
“What brings you, Braylen?” Her head tilts ever slightly to the side with the question, her wise eyes seeming to squint with curiosity and maybe even slight suspicion, but the corners of her lips nonetheless curving in a faint smile.
"Anything on your mind?"
Georgiana
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