11-25-2015, 01:01 AM
she paints her eyes as black as night now
Soft tail swishing demurely about her hocks, Cinzia’s ears tip towards Magnus as her quiet voice fades away, though one occasionally snaps to a sudden noise emanating from the rainforest. Her eyes cloud slightly at the mention of Lagertha, though she knows that she couldn’t place the name to a face if her life depended on it.
Smiling shyly at the end of the man’s gentlemanly spiel, Cinzia allows her gaze to befall Rhy. She seems playful, bold, and large despite her clearly Arabic bloodlines. The navy woman straightens slightly, though this does absolutely nothing to aid her vertically. Laughing softly at the overo’s jibe, though her smile broadens genuinely as she steps aside. The beginning sounds of a ‘thank you’ hiss through her lips, but at Rhy’s very subtle phrase and implicative smile, her cheeks burn beneath her skin and she simply nods, teeth showing as she smiles sheepishly before hurrying by as politely as possible.
Hoping they have left the knowing woman’s hearing range, Cinzia cools the fire of her cheeks and subdues the unladylike giggles which threaten to bubble out of her tightly-held lips. After nearly tripping over a well concealed vine, she also slows her pace, glancing to Magnus apologetically. She obviously isn’t very good at this.
“So, Mags, this is your birth-home?” Instead of dwelling on her infinity of shortcomings, the mare launches back into her playful banter, eyes taking on that self-same spark as before. “It’s waaay louder than I am. It’s a wonder you’re interested in me at all.” Grinning almost foxishly, Cinzia returns her gaze to their path, ever focused on not tripping (women can multitask, after all).
Ears flickering to and fro as though spasms attack them, Cinzia indulges in the cacophony with a more confident chuckle. It’s easier to be herself when no one else is looking. “I can see why your favourite colour is green, that’s for sure.” Inhaling deeply and to great effect, the cobalt woman swings her head around generously before giving a solid nod, and one more well-aimed smile. “I can also see why you love it.”
Smiling shyly at the end of the man’s gentlemanly spiel, Cinzia allows her gaze to befall Rhy. She seems playful, bold, and large despite her clearly Arabic bloodlines. The navy woman straightens slightly, though this does absolutely nothing to aid her vertically. Laughing softly at the overo’s jibe, though her smile broadens genuinely as she steps aside. The beginning sounds of a ‘thank you’ hiss through her lips, but at Rhy’s very subtle phrase and implicative smile, her cheeks burn beneath her skin and she simply nods, teeth showing as she smiles sheepishly before hurrying by as politely as possible.
Hoping they have left the knowing woman’s hearing range, Cinzia cools the fire of her cheeks and subdues the unladylike giggles which threaten to bubble out of her tightly-held lips. After nearly tripping over a well concealed vine, she also slows her pace, glancing to Magnus apologetically. She obviously isn’t very good at this.
“So, Mags, this is your birth-home?” Instead of dwelling on her infinity of shortcomings, the mare launches back into her playful banter, eyes taking on that self-same spark as before. “It’s waaay louder than I am. It’s a wonder you’re interested in me at all.” Grinning almost foxishly, Cinzia returns her gaze to their path, ever focused on not tripping (women can multitask, after all).
Ears flickering to and fro as though spasms attack them, Cinzia indulges in the cacophony with a more confident chuckle. It’s easier to be herself when no one else is looking. “I can see why your favourite colour is green, that’s for sure.” Inhaling deeply and to great effect, the cobalt woman swings her head around generously before giving a solid nod, and one more well-aimed smile. “I can also see why you love it.”
cinzia
pulls those shades down tight now