He looked over the age of five, so he mist be a super old man. I decide flirting is not the best, so how about... I flick through my tactics, trying to decide which to choose for this specific situation. I decide that just acting casual is the best for now. But he begins speaking again, glaring at the silver and black mare, Elizabeth. I keep an eye on the owl that's nearby, my gaze constantly flickered from the owl to Elizabeth and the stallion. What wast his name? I don't believe he's told me his name. I slap my magenta tail against my hocks, gazing at the stallion. "Sir, I don't believe you've told me your name yet. What is it?" With ice cold eyes, I gaze at the stallion, waiting for his words.
[[Bleh post is bleh :/]]