Romantica
The gray woman flickers a single ear towards the large mare, lids slitting in scrutiny as she is not sure if the comment was in mockery or jest. Little conversation? Romy registers it all for a moment as she should hope a creature such at the ruddy woman would not belittle another for any sake other than simple conversation. But then the unnamed woman remarks about how others are unsettled by her height. Well that was not exactly far from the truth but Romy is not exactly a vulnerable so instead of acting like a cheeky brat she instead spreads a smile over her delicately molded features in a serene smile. "I'm Romantica. It's lovely to meet you."
The sea glass of Romy's eyes meet Orion's with a glint of curiosity. He seemed gentled, of a different mold. Even his curious dialect was of another land or realm. "I thought I was seeking someone but I'm not sure if I am anymore..." The words trail off from the delicate pink of her tongue, tip-tap against the edges of her teeth. Romy does not care to elaborate but there is another sensation against her sensitive skin. She quivers unwillingly from the sensation and once again her eyes widen in the suspicion of some trickery. What sadistic bastard thrived on her wide eyes and paranoia? The dappaled woman ponders whether the stallion before her was capable of such heinous actions. A quick jerk motion of her face swivels over either shoulder as fright creeps under her skin, tangling and embedding in her nerves. "Oh, uh, sorry,-" Romy attempts, "there is just some kind of...sensation...I can't explain it." The clear green of her eyes darken in her distraught. "Have you felt it?" The question if offered to either unnamed horse. No matter what the answer may be, Romy worries for the answer she may receive.
But there was something that touching her, caressing her, stroking her...
It was not entirely unwanted either...Romantica would admit to herself that the contact, the gentle touches, were a quench to a thirst that she had harbored for so long.