What she truly craves is adventure. That, along with frustration, pushes her to leave the Chamber and venture to the common grounds instead. For a fleeting moment, she thought she might have found something to keep her attention, but it did not last. True to her youth, she had been quite irritated when things had fizzled out.
So she traipses along the forest’s edge, taking advantage of the lack of bodies to let the carefully (though poorly) crafted temptress façade fall away with each childlike step. Her delicate wings flutter with excitement the possibilities that she is certain lay waiting for her.
After quite some time, she pauses to paw and splash in the water that cuts through the land, to luxuriate in the cool wetness as the sun beats mercilessly at her back. Just as she drops her head to drink, a hoarse voice breaks the silence and a distinct smoky odor reaches her nostrils. Immediately, her head snaps back to its previous position and her nostrils flare wide as she scans for the source or sources.
It does not take long to find the painted stallion that emerges not far from her spot and she listens intently to his speech, though it holds little meaning for her. Freedom she has in spades, for she is young and on her own for the first time; for the same reason, she could hardly consider herself an outsider or malcontent. Still, a heat creeps over her cheeks that has little to do with the flames that dance around him.
Self-preservation is not her strong suit and though everything about this young man should send her running for the hills, she finds herself moving in his direction. Perhaps he can lead her through the kind of escapades that she spends her time daydreaming about. As she draws closer, she musters as much confidence as she can find to walk as tall as her petite frame allows. When she finally stops before him, she lets her best coquettish smile pull at the corners of her mouth.
“I wouldn’t mind hearing more…”
all I want is a party doll to come along with me when I'm feelin' wild
kalika
@Çevik