There is a brightness to him that makes him gleam from somewhere inside of his body and she's not quite sure how he's managed it. It's a bit like trying to stare at the sun, and yet she cannot bring herself to lower her gaze, especially when he smiles. Whatever nerves made him shy before, they seem to dissipate as she steps closer and she smirks broadly as offers a playful guessing game.
"Hmmm," she hummed, letting her gaze rake appreciatively over the tall, dapper stranger. When that didn't seem to be enough inspection for her, she turned and began to circle around him, letting her eyes trail over his body as surely as her lips might someday. Osiris had never been particularly interested in flirting, though she'd done her fair share over the years. There was nothing quite like reminding your father that you were a grown woman by flirting with a stallion his age right in front of him. But it was not something she did often.
The thought of settling down, of having children and a family and a home seemed ludicrous to her after so many years of not doing that. How did one even begin to live a life in one place? To be beholden to someone else for your safekeeping, while being solely in charge of a creature that could neither protect nor care for itself. It was pure madness... and yet, it was a madness she could suddenly see growing on her, if it meant she got to come home to this every night.
"You don't look like the sort of horse with two names," she murmured as she paced along, letting the deep red of her tail flick across her hocks as she paced. "And I don't get the feeling you have one of those obvious names." She would bet a delectable patch of fresh spring grass that he had not been named after his color or his size, though she could not have articulated why. "I could see you being named after your father though," her gaze slid up his body to find his face again. "They do that when they're proud of their sons." Or she assumed anyway. Why else would anyone name their sons variations of their own names except if they were proud of them?
She took her time returning to her original position and then lifted her head imperiously, a playful smirk once more on her lips. "And since I will owe you if I mess it up... I've really got to be careful about my guesses, won't I?" She hummed low in her throat again, tail ticking against her lightly feathered fetlocks. "Since that's the case... I guess I'll go with Jim, Bob, and Joe as my options." That smirk broadened, even as mental warning bells tolled and her father's panicked face swam in the back of her mind. An open-ended favor to anyone was dangerous, but to a stallion she barely knew? Absurdly risky.
And yet... there wasn't an ounce of regret in her body.
Osiris - Mutt - Adult - 15.3h - Red Dun Tobiano - Rehoboam x Celestine
we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.