04-17-2016, 12:15 PM
She snorts at his reply - at least he’s not a total pushover on the personality front - and a ghost of a smile crosses her face. “How terribly expected of you.” He is perhaps a little touchy - though he remains polite, she can sense the annoyance sitting beneath the surface. He’d expected her to be the average mare in the field, polite, demure, a walking doormat …
Rather unlike herself.
Unfortunately he’s her only option at the moment though - no other stallions have bothered to approach. And she’s kind of getting the impression that he’s wishing he hadn’t approached. Whatever. He’ll have to live with it now. “Well why don’t you lead the way? I’ll give it a chance.” Really, it’s better than sticking around here. And if she truly can’t stand him she can just come back.
Perhaps she’s just being a little harsh though. She’s only just met him after all. Maybe he’s just been put off guard by her more ‘winning’ personality. “I’m Vakarian by the way. What’s your name?”
Rather unlike herself.
Unfortunately he’s her only option at the moment though - no other stallions have bothered to approach. And she’s kind of getting the impression that he’s wishing he hadn’t approached. Whatever. He’ll have to live with it now. “Well why don’t you lead the way? I’ll give it a chance.” Really, it’s better than sticking around here. And if she truly can’t stand him she can just come back.
Perhaps she’s just being a little harsh though. She’s only just met him after all. Maybe he’s just been put off guard by her more ‘winning’ personality. “I’m Vakarian by the way. What’s your name?”