A smile crept across her muzzle as he ran his mouth across her skin. The time away from her didn't seem to hinder, if anything it actually helped...or he just happened to mature enough over the time to be able to realize when someone actually liked him....and liked being around him. Either way she was satisfied with how this was going. 'Her' clueless stallion finally took the hint.

She had noticed the scars along his body however they didn't bother her. It was typical of stallions to have their battle wounds scar over as a permanent reminder of their fights. She nodded in response to his answer...As he glanced out over the Lagoon she looked around.....seemed pretty quiet at the moment to her. “Oh? and who are you going to pick on?” She wondered if he already had a target in mind or if it was going to be completely random. Her attention turned back him. To be honest she was kind of amused by this.

“Band stallion?” She looked at him, ears tipped back in slight annoyance. “Do I really look like someone who is looking for a herd?” She paused a moment as she noticed a bit of her attitude was showing up in her words. Not good, she thought. She was frustrated with herself. “If I belonged to a herd, I would not be standing here, with you, in the Lagoon.” She reach over and nipped his neck playfully. Hoping that would smooth over the lapse in judgment that she had when she was too quick to reply. “I am not ready to be in a herd....at least not any time soon” if ever she thought, but didn't say it. “Settling down in a herd really isn't much of an adventure now is it.” It was more of a statement than a question. She glanced around, curious to know who the inhabitants of this place were...she figured she would know soon enough.