Amusement played across her placid features as the gold banded stallion trailed over an apology with all the finesse of a high born equine. A careless shrug rippled across her shoulders, the breeze playing with the sail of her mane.
"No need to apologize," she laughed lightly, feeling brash with the night's freedoms. "I'm sure I didn't give it to you. I'm Aquaria, of Ischia." She added, in case it wasn't obvious to the stallion. Most however would likely be able to put in an educated guess as to the home of the nereid woman. Someone so very sea-born could only be perfectly at home in a small handful of locations in the continent.
As she waited for his response, she looked him over with a more assessing eye than she'd used the night before. Last night it had only mattered that he was handsome, and that she didn't know him. Today, she could see that he was better in the daylight, well built and looking as though he could be at home anywhere he chose. Even after their night of lowered inhibitions, he still radiated the kind of dignity that just didn't wash off. It was in the way he held himself, in the way he spoke, and she found herself a little bemused by the elegant mannerisms he displayed.
What was she but an island girl, born and raised among the waves. There'd been no call for fancy words and delicate manners when the isle had called for nothing more complicated than simple respect and honesty. The way he acted though, she knew he could only hail from one of the big kingdom's, where every word and action required careful planning, lest the wrong horse be offended.
@[Warbird]