The tovero watched the mare carefully as she looses a sigh. Surprisingly, the pale beauty apologizes to him. She wasn't sure about him, but, more importantly, the stallion sensed she might also be a tad unsure of herself. He'd hoped for as much. His chest and ribs expanded with an inhale, and the subtle movement of a swallow bobbed in his throat. He wanted, needed to press forward, but the grullo knew he'd have to be delicate in order to win her rather than run the mare off. However, her admission gave him the grounds to do so.
The white female seemed not to know what to make of him and his questions. There is a shyness in her laugh. Even the smile that curved on her pale lips belied her uncertainty. And when her eyes scan the wood and water around them, Tribulation wonders if she's looking for a way to leave their conversation or waiting for someone to materialize from the brush. If she was meeting someone, he might not have long to pursue her or miraculously endear himself enough to her that she'd want to see him again.
Her blue return to him then, and Tribulation decided to change tact. Since she wasn't more receptive to his attempt to flirt, he'd have to try something else. He forces the smile on his lips to soften, then knits his brows together slightly to portray some semblance of concern. Then, the grullo paint tugged on a thread: the lifeline she had unknowingly given him. "If not me and my poor attempts at flattery," he asks with a huff of a chuckle, ego prickling at the self-deprecation, "what's bothering you?"