Not so private after all, she noted. A winged stallion approached her from the shadows. She glanced about subtly, ensuring that she had some kind of escape route in case they proved to be anything but friendly. The stallion, a tall, dark bay, whose oversized wings hid most of, came forth from the shadows. He looked old and young at the same time, and his voice was pleasant and kind. She looked herself over at his question, holding the offending wing out slightly from her flank. She stretched it out slowly, extending it to it's full length with just a wince. The knot was slowly going away, but she knew she could not fly until it did. Damn this dead-grass diet! She never had this issue when the fields were green.
"A pleasure, I'm sure. I'm Sabra, of nowhere." She replied to his introduction, voice breathy and just lightly colored with pain. "Ahh... you saw that... I'll be all right, just a little cramp is all." She assured him, letting the wing drop loosely by her side.
A moment later, a second stallion arrived. As tall as the first, they both dwarfed her petite frame. For a moment she worried that her eyes were playing tricks on her. But no, as he moved through the light, she knew she was seeing true. Every inch of him, from his ears to his tail, was a lovely pale shade of lavender. Strongly muscled and with a devious look in his eye, she could tell that this man could be a kindred soul to her. That thought vanished a moment later as his rough, then smooth voice offered help. Help with what she found out seconds after as she watched him come close and dip his aquilline head to her flank, erasing the bothersome sap trails with a few languid strokes of his velvety tongue.
She was overcome with shock at this forward move. Several thoughts pushed for dominance in her mind:
How dare he touch her without asking!
Who did he think he was, exactly?!
Gods, she wanted him to touch her again...!
She settled for "I'm sorry, is it customary where you come from to bathe others without introducing yourself? Let alone critique their flight" Her tone held a bite, and she took a step back from him. Much as she had enjoyed the lavender man's proximity, there was a line that he had crossed. She did not even know his name. Her sea-blue eyes looked to Brennen for support. She was not afraid, but the bay stallion gave off the impression that he would not tolerate mischief. She felt that he would back her if she requested it.
@[Klaudius] @[Brennen]
"A pleasure, I'm sure. I'm Sabra, of nowhere." She replied to his introduction, voice breathy and just lightly colored with pain. "Ahh... you saw that... I'll be all right, just a little cramp is all." She assured him, letting the wing drop loosely by her side.
A moment later, a second stallion arrived. As tall as the first, they both dwarfed her petite frame. For a moment she worried that her eyes were playing tricks on her. But no, as he moved through the light, she knew she was seeing true. Every inch of him, from his ears to his tail, was a lovely pale shade of lavender. Strongly muscled and with a devious look in his eye, she could tell that this man could be a kindred soul to her. That thought vanished a moment later as his rough, then smooth voice offered help. Help with what she found out seconds after as she watched him come close and dip his aquilline head to her flank, erasing the bothersome sap trails with a few languid strokes of his velvety tongue.
She was overcome with shock at this forward move. Several thoughts pushed for dominance in her mind:
How dare he touch her without asking!
Who did he think he was, exactly?!
Gods, she wanted him to touch her again...!
She settled for "I'm sorry, is it customary where you come from to bathe others without introducing yourself? Let alone critique their flight" Her tone held a bite, and she took a step back from him. Much as she had enjoyed the lavender man's proximity, there was a line that he had crossed. She did not even know his name. Her sea-blue eyes looked to Brennen for support. She was not afraid, but the bay stallion gave off the impression that he would not tolerate mischief. She felt that he would back her if she requested it.
@[Klaudius] @[Brennen]