Meadow

It didn’t take long for someone to notice her, it never did when she was concerned. Everything about the dainty woman dripped appeal and the world always paid her what she was due. She cocked one dark hoof on its edge gracefully, the motion causing the sun to highlight the feminine curves which hugged her body. Only at the throaty greeting the stallion made did she turn her golden eyes towards him, those irises lighting up as they raked across his pale physique. His posturing brings the faintest hint of a smile to her lips, more than enjoying the private show he is putting on just for her. It is a mirror she can feel of the appreciation which is heavy in his gaze, as it should be. He was charming, a fact which became increasingly clear with the smooth lines which rolled from his creamy lips.

She could not care less if they were cliché or cheesy, there was no doubt in her mind that he believed every word and that was all that mattered. Of course, how could he not when presented with the vision before him. Her slender form preened beneath the words, a light laugh leaving her dark mouth. “It must have been something very, very deserving.” She purrs her response , batting long lashed eyes in his direction. One of the many benefits of these islands she had found was that there was no lack of adoring paramours in the making to pay her compliments as she both wanted and deserved. None as of yet had successfully claimed her despite many an effort, for though the Princess was willing to wait for the one who was worthy. By the sound of him so far this newcomer was making good strides. “And what have I done to deserve such sweet words?” With veiled eyes she questions him, shifting her weight every so subtly so as to be leaning towards him in the slightest.

Her words are light, for his velvet ears alone. There is very little Talisa asks of life, few plans she lays that go beyond ensuring she is appreciated and treated with every ounce of what she is due. In the back of her mind she appraises him, wondering if he is one who might live up to the high standards she has set. Her dark tail lashes against the burnished copper of her side softly like the caress of a lover as she waits to find out.