For all his years of travel and for all his avoidance of interaction, he hadn’t much experience with girls. He knew very well how to play with them when he regressed into his child-like demeanor, but in terms of actual discussion and adult courtship, he was as green as the spring grass on which they stood. Thus, even though he predicted some sort of response to his greeting, his expectation did nothing to placate his hormones from kicking in as she gazed at him with those deep, dark, feminine eyes.
And what a suave, handsome prince with a voice of sweet honey those hormones turned him into!
Just kidding.
He was far more the nervous, brace-faced middle school boy shyly trekking to the girl’s wall to say hi and trying desperately not to trip over his own feet in the process. He had absolutely no control over himself, and it was with the utmost dedication that he managed to keep himself from grinning foolishly as she greeted him back.
But then she asked a question, and the tobiano felt his mind whirling as he debated his response. He had seen many times before how other stallions greeted herdless mares (less so here, in this land of his birth, with all the kingdoms), but he doubted whether he could mimic their suaveness. Rephrase that – he knew he couldn’t.
Instead, his gaze met hers for a moment as he contemplated, his deliberations made worse by seeing the tilt of her head. Oh no, he thought to himself… what if she was annoyed, or impatient? (He was a newbie with girls, and we all know how awkward those middle school boys were. Can you imagine what ran through their heads and we couldn’t see?). But then, with a sudden twinkle in his eye, he quickly turned his head back, willing a flower to appear for him to pluck.
(What a great use waste of his abilities, huh?)
Grasping the long stem of a red rose, he snatched it from where it randomly had risen in the ground and turned back to face her. “Just wanted to drop off a beautiful rose for a beautiful lady...” he managed to mumble awkwardly between his teeth, realizing too late that speaking with something in his mouth was possibly not the most eloquent way of delivering a cheesy pick-up line.
Gingerly, he reached forward to place the rose on the ground before her before pulling his muzzle back, a ridiculously silly smile on his lips. “I’m Clark. It’s nice to meet you.” he then added, his words a bit more enunciated than before.
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