He’s had little luck with the mares so far. It’s been both a frustrating and mystifying experience. Who would have thought that it would be so difficult to get a few mares to join his herd? What exactly is he doing wrong to put them off? Is he being too aggressive, or is he simply picking the wrong targets?
He mulls over the problem in his mind as he stands at the edge of the field, red eyes picking through the different horses. The place is busy today, with a wide variety creatures all chatting together, though none of them particularly catch his interest. His eyes skim over most of them, but then they catch and pause on something … bright.
He focuses in, noting a shockingly bright pink coat. It’s a mare. A vibrantly coloured mare, all alone. He doesn’t approach immediately, taking the moment to observe.
The mare seems … down. Depressed. Is that a tear that he sees twinkling on her cheek? How very interesting. Visually interesting, possibly vulnerable … she seems likely a good target. But he’s going to try a different tact this time. Instead of going for the compliments, he’s going to play the concerned stranger. Maybe that will bring him more success.
He approaches cautiously, carefully, stopping at what he believes is a respectful distance away. He adopts a concerned look. “I’m sorry. Are you ok? I don’t mean to intrude but, well, you look upset.”
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