He was mesmerized by the figure that stands before him. The many shades of color her body has, the white that purifies the dark points, and her eyes of vibrance. She is truly a breathtaking creature. It was her personality that made him think of the word cute. She is bashful, modest, and fresh like young mare just getting out in the world for the first time. Roheryn does not wish to taint her beauty or her mind. He wants to bottle her up, keep her safe, and never let her move on from this moment in time. Her soft voice stutters as she answers his forward approach and he nods his head. Her question, the way she moves her head, makes her even cuter. If that was even possible.
He was going to speak, but she begins stuttering again in her nervous speech. He allows her to finish with an amused smile on his lips. His head tilts in a confused manner as she admits never meeting someone like him before. He wasn't sure what she meant. Did she mean a stallion in general or just who he was? She couldn't possibly know anything more than his voice and his appearance right now so he assumes she means adult males. Well, a boy. Did she think he was a boy? A sigh leaves his lips as he feels his confidence drop. She thought he was a boy..."I assure you I am not a boy." He says, but he keeps his tone as kind as possible. "I am Roheryn de Mikhail." His dial raises to show the proud posture of a herd owning stallion.
"Lead stallion of the Badlands." He adds for extra effect. He shakes his head to rid his thoughts of the last of his ego. This sweet mare did not mean any harm in her words. "I apologize." He says as his bright blue eyes take a look around the meadow. "I have just come from a battlefield and I am a bit riled up." He tries to explain his sudden odd behaviour, but really it was nothing but his ego that got in his way. Plus the fact that he was afraid she might not be attracted to his boyish looks. "May I ask for your name and where you come from?" His eyes return to her darling face as he asks this.
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