The approach of the young stallion has not gone unnoticed, and the red girl's heart thuds heavily in her chest while she pretends nonchalance. Her head turns slightly away, if only so that he will not see the panic in her soft brown eyes, or the way her nostrils flare with sudden nerves, fluttering the lowest strands of grass while she waits to find out if his interest is truly in here or in some far off, other mare.
Er, hi, he says, and her head pops up awkwardly fast as she turns toward him, a flickering smile on her lips. Do you mind if I keep you company?
Heat warms her cheeks beneath her fur and she pauses before answering with a shy nod. "No, I, uh, I don't mind at all."
She was, in fact, delighted at the prospect. He was handsome and pretty, his brownish coat a kaleidoscope of coppers and reds and golds woven together and offset with a handsome rim of black. It helped, too, that the look on his face was kind. Amalia had been afraid that someone like Nyimara would find her, and though the silver witch had never said an unkind word to the painted girl, there was a sense of danger around her that had firmly placed Nyimara in a different category.
"I'm Amalia, from the Bay." Well, mostly from the Bay. Her ears tipped forwards and she shyly extended her muzzle forward partway as if to exchange breaths, if he were willing. "Where are you from, Naoise?"
Young Mare - Red Roan Tobiano - 15.3h - Evrain x Kohelet