Rowena's flirtations are indeed without purpose. She acts solely upon the whims of her heart, and only in the moment. She is a butterfly adrift upon the breeze, not strong enough to fight gusts of fate. She has been more forward with this stallion than she has with any other, and somehow it feels right.
The two have so much in common. They are dreamers, lost in a fantasy that could be made real, if only they had someone to share it with. Rowena is indeed a beacon. She is a shining ball of hope and love, shrouded by the blackness of her coat. Perhaps she is drawn to this handsome stranger because he is everything she is, and everything she stands for, both inside and out.
The stallion's heart isn't the only one beating a strong cadence. The young mare could faint at the effect of sustained contact. She can feel the heat of his body, and feel the rise and fall of his rib cage. It turns their budding fairytale romance to a hopeful reality.
Rowena is surprised at the ease in which her ears pick out his voice over the sound of the falls, and the sound of her own heart beating in her ears. "It would love to help you free such trapped souls. Is your home far?"