You.
Zevu nearly felt heat creep into his cheeks, but managed to stall a blush and opted for a smile that was all too telling instead. The reply stunned him of any smooth talking response (not that he had enough practice talking with the fairer sex to have an arsenal of lines at his disposal) but it was only a pause in time before she seemed to try to correct herself. Far from being upset she hadn’t been as forward as she’d first sounded, Zevu found her more adorable as she stuttered in her words and her eyes jerked from him to the sand and back again.
So cute was she when she was flustered, Zevu couldn’t help but maintain the cheeky little grin on his face as his eyes soaked into her. He did not spare her by looking away, nor did he laugh softly and assure her he had known it wasn’t what she meant. He listened to what she said, but he absolutely reveled in her social faux pas.
When she finally met his eyes again and questioned him, Zevu shook his head almost immediately. “My sisters live with me. They’re inland, in the trees. Sleeping.” He glanced toward the forest where he’d initially been ready to turn to, knowing somewhere his older sisters were resting and awaiting his return.
But for now, Zevu was far too entranced by the little bay and white girl to think too long on his sisters. Why worry about them when he could focus his complete and absolute attention on her? Momentarily he felt a slight pang for how very lonely she must have been to traverse Tinuvel alone, for even if his mother had left him and his twin sister too, even if he’d lost his father, Zevu had always had his sisters.
“Technically though,” he said, blue eyes brightening, “here on this beach we’re definitely alone.” He grinned again, completely unaware most young mares would have reason to be afraid when a stallion made sure to point out their isolation. Zevu had never held a cruel thought in his life when regards to another lady, so the thought didn’t even cross his mind. In fact, in spite his youthful age and complete lack of experience, it was absolutely clear he considered himself some kind of heartthrob. He tilted his muzzle toward his neck to offer her a more pointed stare, the still-developing muscles beneath his skin flexing. “We can stay that way, if you want.”
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