Meadow

Of course she didn't wait long. She hadn't expected to. Honestly, she had half expected to be waylaid on her way to her chosen spot in the beginning, but fate hadn't stocked the meadow with that many admirers. She turned toward his approach, large doe eyes watching him prance toward her and blew out a soft exhalation in welcome as he settled.

He was handsome enough, she thought, mentally tallying him. Rugged though. Not refined. A bit rough around the edges and brash, she thought, with an internal spark of delight. She liked them feisty. The quiet boys were never able to keep up, and there was only so much circling she could do before she got bored.

Her chiseled head tilts coyly at his statements, the gleaming strands of her forelock shifting until they fall from her face and reveal her honey colored eyes. She stretched her muzzle out flirtatiously before answering, her voice a velvet purr.

"I am lonely actually, terribly so." A mock pout puckers her lips before she erases it with a welcome. "And I don't think I'd have the willpower to turn down a handsome creature such as yourself."

The smile ghosts back across her pale lips and she flicks her tail, bringing the ribbon like end of it to curl down the length of her hock. The tantalizing move was one she had perfected long ago, when she first realized that her looks were likely going to be her most valuable asset.

"I hope I'm not stealing you away from anything else important." Another minor head tilt and a grin tickles the corners of her lips, giving away the falsity for what it was. She was delighted he was here - his other obligations be damned. Stealing could be such fun too. She'd seen other stallions stealing mares, sneaking them away. And while sure, some of the mares didn't like it, Vanya couldn't really understand their reticence. What better compliment was there than for a stallion to risk his own health to call you his own?

It was hot.

"Although I'll let you take up as much of my time as you please." She says with another little half smile, her neck arching as she draws back to wait for his reaction.