Ernesto tilted his head, watching curiously at the mare’s aggressive reaction. Clearly the compliment was not well received, and it seemed she did not speak his mother tongue, although he had not really expected her to. None of his other words went down well either, and thus Ernesto saw that he would have to change his tact. Perhaps if she didn’t want to talk pleasantly, then he could settle for a little fun instead. Ernesto watched as she retreated and sent water flying, the cool droplets splashing against his golden skin. He didn’t take a step closer towards her, but a small, amused grin curled its way around his lips. “Don’t worry,” he said, his tone soft but playful, the lilt to his voice lifting the words up pleasantly. “I don’t bite… Well, only on request.” With a small sigh, he relaxed his stance, shifting his weight to one side to rest a hoof. He shook his dirty silver forelock from his face, and returned his dark gaze to the irritated mare. “I only called you beautiful, my dear,” he continued. “If you’d like another name, why don’t you give me one? I’m Ernesto.” ernesto
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