Viktoriya
..mare..mutt..cremello dun pintaloosa..16.3 hh..
The young, proud mare is not left waiting for long. She stands still, letting the stallion make his way to her in a flashy fashion she can only assume is to show off and not how he always carries himself. Raising her tail halfway, it lets the thick banner twist and flutter with the breeze in what she hopes looks majestic. Viktoriya wants to appear ethereal, to make her suitor infatuated with her, but since this is her first time she isn’t sure how well it will work as she lets her green eyes pierce into him as she took her time to answer.
“Do you truly wish to linger here in hopes of wooing me back to your lair?” she asks, remaining vigilant of his expression while also giving the smallest lift of her chin as if in challenge. She does not want to make him mad enough to ruin her pretty coat, but she would not tolerate a weak-willed king. “I came here in search of a new home.” she narrowed her eyes slightly, fighting back a smirk that threatened to tug at her lips. “You wouldn’t keep a lady waiting, would you?”
If only she knew how truly unladylike she was.