She hadn't realized how engrossed she'd been in her own reflection until the stallion collided with her and set her hooves to dancing to keep her upright. She turned toward the stallion with her eyes wide and white rims showing, assuming the worst of his intentions given the season and the impact. She was too young to be a mother - both physically and mentally - but her mother had always warned her to be wary of stallions in the autumn. Year-round, really, but autumn especially.
Instead of trying to chase her, however, the pretty stallion seemed immediately apologetic which was more than she had ever gotten from Ivo. Tears stained his cheeks, immediately switching her mental attitude from offended to damage control, erroneously believing that she was somehow at fault for his sadness. "Oh no it's okay," she said hastily, injecting a false sense of brightness to her tone the same way she did when her mother seemed concerned about her sadness.
"I'm fine, I promise," she assured him, her voice just on the edge of frantically high, a smile that did not touch her eyes stretching across her lips. "Are you okay though? Did I hurt you by accident?"
She peered at his sleek figure, searching for any wounds but finding none. He was pretty, as far as stallions went, his sleek grey-brown body dotted with small flecks of white as if he'd been caught out in one of those pretty late autumn snow showers she'd begun to experience, where the snow fell in giant fluffy flakes that were fun to catch on her tongue. She didn't enjoy the cold that came with, of course, but at least that version of snow was pretty.
"You're pretty," she blurted out, her mouth running at the same speed as her mind, only for realization to dawn and her cheeks to heat. "I mean handsome." Or was handsome wrong? He was clearly older than her, although no as old as Fell. "I mean these," she clarified hastily a moment later, trying to point at one of his spots without touching him again, hovering her muzzle for half of a second before yanking back. "They're like snow. They're pretty."
Her auburn tail flicked hastily at her hocks as she took another step back, shaking her head to clear it. "I'm sorry. You looked upset and here I am talking about nonsense. What is wrong? Can I help?"
Yearling Filly - Red Roan Tobiano - 15.3h WFG - Evrain x Kohelet