Surprising the black mare had not been Djinni's intention, and the dappled horse takes a few steps backward as the mare visibly startles. He's still moving when she tells him to
He hadn't been that close - and even if he had - isn't that what one expects from the crowded pasture that is the Field?!
His smile has already disappeared as she snaps that her name doesn't matter (He hadn't even asked for it!), and it turns to a glower as she moves even farther away. There had been no action of threat of violence on his part, and yet this total stranger is acting as though he's going to charge in and claim her, forcing her off to some desolate herdland to bear foals for the rest of her sad life.No one does that anymore; they're civilized! And then she voices the ludicrous idea that he'd dismissed as though it's the obvious situation, and Djinni feels an uncomfortable curl in the pit of his stomach.
It feels a lot like guilt.
He does not like it, and so he buries it in something he is far more comfortable with.
“Why?” He asks, the teasing lilt in his voice and eyes a perfect contrast to the distrust and suspicion on hers. “Are you waiting for someone to come and claim you?” Body language might be deceiving, but the way the grey stallion shifts his weight and leans to the side makes it obvious that he’s not about to lunge forward and attack. “If you are,” he adds, “I’m sorry to disappoint.”
medium warmblood build
dapple grey
stallion