There is something approving in her gaze when she glances at him, the words that fall into the wind just long enough for her to catch them, before he increases his stride. The way he pushes ahead makes her wonder if there was magic at play here and a flash of irritation wrinkles across her muzzle as she glances again at his wings and horn. There was no mistaking that he had been blessed by something of magical nature.
It’s the first mistake she makes, a slight frown on her lips as she briefly becomes lost in thought instead of keeping herself aware of her surroundings. In doing so, she doesn’t anticipate him cutting her off and finds herself colliding directly into him. Her pace had been waning but there is enough force for either of them to stumble or fall. The wind is knocked from her sails and she only keeps herself from hitting the ground completely by using his body to catch herself. A soft snarl of anger escapes her but she bites back the words she truly wants to say before she finally looks up at him, her sides heaving as she tries to steal her breath back.
“That wasn’t very nice.” She scolds him lightly, as if he was a foolish colt and not a grown stallion, trying to bring hurt instead of anger into the storm of her gaze. Moving away from him, she tentatively steps on her right forelimb, bringing it towards the earth as if it might be injured. It isn’t, of course, but she inhales with a sharp hiss and lifts her hoof slightly off the ground as if it was. There is a moment where she considers not answering him at all but finally she glances back up at him from where she had been considering her “injury.” “Sometimes it’s just worth running from.” She finally says, looking at him uncertainly. “Why did you stop me?” She finally asks, still panting hard as her blood begins to cool and the chaotic rhythm of her pulse begins to calm.
Seeing red again
@claudius