An audible gulp could be heard as Yaga swallowed the lump in her throat. Her heart raced in her chest, taking off and not stopping much like a runaway train. Her bright eyes held curiosity and another emotion she could not name, but the grey mare felt many things stir inside of her. Confusion was the main focal point considering all of her reactions to this curly haired beauty. She could taste the dryness of her own mouth as her tongue pushed against the back of her teeth, wanting to free words from her ironclad grip. She would stumble, she knew that when her skin quivered with each step Avarice took in her direction.
Recounting her words, Baba Yaga felt her skin heat. Right now Avarice only had herself, but the following words she had spoken made the shire cross want to change them. “I'd like to change that too.” She muttered, her voice thick as she tried her best to keep some form of reality about herself. Everything was going in Avarice's hooves, showing that the moment Yaga showed up she was done for. It wasn't what she anticipated upon first contact with this mare, but now she was lost to the net Avarice had thrown and she would probably drown if she didn't get ahold of herself.
More words, more things Yaga tried to keep hold of. Her mind was grasping at straws, but finally the bundle she had been holding hit the ground. Avarice had her in the palm of her hand and it was the motion of her muzzle closer to Yaga that hit the red button. Lost to the normal exchange, Yaga found herself falling as her nostrils crept closer. Breathing in her scent, taking her in, and trying to wrap her mind around everything… Yaga lost. The brush of Avarice’s warm breath against her muzzle made the grey mare feel goose bumps over all of her body. She wouldn't call this anything, but she knew now that what she had in her gut was far more than curiosity. Yaga would be doing her best from here on out to meet the list Avarice had given her even if it was only her mind that made it a list.
“I…” Completely flustered then, Yaga pulled back just a hair's breadth away from the brown mares muzzle. Her ears lowered as bashfulness took hold and she gave a nod, her body now faintly trembling. “I…” Again that one word, as if she couldn't form a true sentence. Her cheeks heated more, the blush showing through the white across the center of her head. The blaze tinted pink and she blinked her eyes. Swallowing again, to force another lump back, Yaga let out a breath as her lips opened. “I can do that. Not right now… as I don't know. But I can.” She had no clue what she liked or didn't like just yet as she was still learning. But she could tell her later and even if Avarice did have ugly bed head… Yaga would never tell her point blank.
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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