well, well, well; any

[Naga]

breaking waves of change

As much as one could love the newfound beauty of the Coast, it was still good to get out and socialize. Or even just take a casual walk and watch the horses of Beqanna mill about. It was one of her favorite hobbies, though sitting within the trees and draping herself over a sturdy branch to watch the world go by was much more fun than doing so on the ground. But, as of right now, that was something she couldn't do. So she just keeps padding along.

As her hooves glided across the new grasses of the meadow, her thick rump swayed to and fro. A thick short tail swished and swatted at the newly emerging biting bugs, her short mane flicked about with the breeze. She was not the most tall woman, though her mother was a tall, thin Akhal-Teke, she ended up inheriting the pony features of her father, Atrox. Though she was still quite a nice picture, her dished head and curves were some of her best features. Though she was nothing compared to the creature her green eyes fell upon.

Her jaw practically hit the ground. "What....in the world.....is THAT?!" The dark queen was in awe....she had never seen such a flamboyantly colored and....glittery...creature. Though not just that....it was a boy. She watched silently as he brushed himself against sweet flower blossoms on the low tree branches. Naga couldn't get over him, his amethyst coat and deep purple eyes, and the curve of his deep smile as he pressed the flower petals to his lips. She shook her head, wondering if when she looked back he would just be gone, a figment of her imagination, but alas he was still there.

She walked toward him slowly, her green eyes wide. She wasn't sure how to approach him, she had no idea of what to say. But, she stood a few paces from him, her sultry deep voice full of curiosity.

"Um...excuse me? You are...dazzling. I am sorry, I just have never seen such gleaming hair. My name is Naga, Queen of the Coast, it's very nice to meet you."

She left it with that, waiting for her newfound sparkling acquaintance to speak. She wondered if his voice and personality would be as sparkling as his hair. She got a kick out of him, he was so pretty on the outside. She hoped it was on the inside. For stallions with no respect for women were the ones that really pushed her buttons.

Naga