Faolain could feel Çiçek’s crackling energy, and though she was somewhat concerned about the overwhelm her golden friend was experiencing, she also enjoyed the effect she seemed to have on the other mare with the help of Rivaini and Solomon. She had seen the way other equines acted in the intoxication of lust, and though she would not be sure that was what Çiçek was experiencing until the spotted mare told her outright, Faolain genuinely enjoyed being a part of something she had only ever seen from the outside in the past. She grinned somewhat sadistically at the shivering she felt in both Çiçek and Rivaini at her touch, and realized this was a power she liked to weild.

As much as she enjoyed the lightning snapping between her skin and Çiçek’s, she also relished the coolness left in her absence when she pulled away at Solomon’s proposal of a walk. She did not want to cause discomfort to her friend. The corners of her mouth turned up at Sol’s playful jealousy, and she wanted to tease him for it by chasing after Çiçek and causing her to crackle some more, but the black mare held back. The tension between Çiçek and Sol was fun to watch, and she wanted the pair to enjoy each other’s company in private, as much as she loved spending time in their presence.

Faolain let Çiçek dart away, leaning into Rivaini as the silver mare leaned into her. She tossed her head at Solomon, shooing him after the object of his affections as if he needed to be told. She was not under the impression that Solomon sought her approval for anything, but just as there was energy to be relished between the tobiano stallion and the spotted mare, there was energy to be enjoyed between the Guardians as well. Where Çiçek’s touch had been electric, Rivaini’s skin against her own was warm and familiar, the energy flowing between them a comforting buzz. Nothing uncomfortable or overwhelming. It felt like home.

As their companions galloped off along the shore toward the tide pools, Faolain relaxed in Rivaini’s presence, but once they were out of sight she turned to her friend with a mischievous glint in her eye. ”A good run does sound pretty nice,” she said, before throwing her snapping jaws at the air next to Rivaini’s ear and taking off toward the tide pools. She had no intention of catching up, and her pace was more of an energetic canter than a full gallop. She hoped Rivaini would keep pace with her.

Faolain was unbothered to find the tide pools abandoned, instead turning to the waves to thrash playfully in the shallows.

ooc: this can be a wrapping up post or anyone can respond if they’d like!