Kuma
Her distraction is unwavering, so much so that she does not realize his plucking of the vibrant violet dahlia from its spot behind her. She is content to look at the flowers, but before long she finds herself gazing at him once more. The delicate placing of the flower beneath her chestnut tresses makes her smile warmly. Emerald eyes boring into his as she finds herself so often doing - and he calls her beautiful.
Something she has heard many times before this moment, but usually it was because of lust. Growling, sex-driven stallions only wanting her for what her body could provide. His tone, however, spoke otherwise. Mere strangers, but she felt a warm fondness for him growing deep inside her chest, and she knew he felt at least somewhat the same. She closes her eyes as he tenderly drags his maw across the length of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine - but just as quickly as the moment began, he is pulling away from her. The painted mare's jade hues open once again, and she pulls herself closer to him, trailing her cheek down his nape.
"You didn't have to stop." She says coyly, flashing another side grin. She bumps him gently with her rump, and takes to trotting ahead of him, willing him to follow her.
Blessed with beauty and rage
@[Imperial]