Falls

It was perhaps foolish of her to pay no heed to the strangers around her, especially considering the time of year that hung around them like the heavy perfume of the sickly sweet honeysuckle vines. It was equally foolish of her to go searching for trouble, which was exactly what the red mare’s words implied and yet that stubborn part of her ingrained nature demanded it, even now. Looking for trouble…. And probably finding it.

The husky sound of his voices rises above the rhythmic trickle of the falls. A faint smile tugs at the corners of her ashen lips but she does not turn to face him, instead continues to drink her fill of the sweet fresh water. Let him wait. Fluted ears turn backwards as the sound of his hooves suck through the mud and the thickness of his testosterone soaked musk fills her nostrils. Even without turning to face him, she can feel the warmth of his breath as it washes over her cool skin, sending shivers of excitement and pleasure coursing through her veins. He was a charmer, the impression made all the more clear by the suave words that spill from his lips as he halts beside her. Two can play at that game.

Feigning a nonchalant demeanor, Abstract draws her lips from the water’s surface at last, dribbling droplets of water to disappear back into the cool waters swirling around their hooves. Dark eyes gaze up at him from beneath the thick layer of her lashes as a knowing smirk crawls smoothly across her velvet labrums. ”Do you see a mark on me?” she purrs, switching the end of her long tail lightly against her hip and his own. A little repercussion for the insinuation that apparently was warranted from the sounds of it. Perhaps she should ask him about what was so terrible in the lagoon or why everyone seemed to hold such sobering emotions when it was mentioned. Perhaps she should avoid it instead of looking for trouble. Then again, without a little fun, life could be quite the bore. A single brow rises as she offers him a coquettish giggle, ”But I suppose you are different from them… aren’t you?” she continues, arching her own long neck to bring her damp lips closer to his own. ”You know how to handle someone like me?” she breathes, letting the end of her words fade into silence as the air prickles warmly between them.

She had to give him credit, at least he was handsome. Not as vividly colored and eye-catching as the gray and black bastard had been but, then again, he had no annoying sister trailing after him to jump in between whatever fires simmered. At least not yet anyway.