The quivering warmth that spread through her painted bodice with the gentle touch of her kissers against his cheek was nearly overwhelming. Nearly strong enough to cause the painted warrior to turn on her heel and bust ass out of the dark room they were standing in, the intimacy that revolved around touching this strange stallion was odd enough for the anti-social mare as it was, but the fact that she liked touching him was enough to nearly make her skull blow off of her spine. There was something so odd about the fact that she enjoyed being in the emerald eyed stallion's presences. Cheveyo wasn't quite sure what to make of it just yet, only time would tell if this would become more of a natural experience or if she would eventually grow to avoid being near the stallion entirely.
Because she was clearly having an issue with not touching him every time they met.
The shiver that had been passing over her multi-painted was just beginning to fade when the stallion's weight shifted ever so slightly so he was instead leaning into her touch rather than just standing there. Cheveyo could nearly feel the air being sucked out of her lungs as she was standing there feeling the pressure of the bay's cheekbone against her maw and the gentle way that the short terra colored hair tickled at the delicate skin around her nares. She was shocked that she didn't pass out on the spot with the little bit of extra...attention that was being shown. This time when she touched him, Note hadn't dashed off to dissapear into the shadows once more. He allowed her to touch him and even touched her back in his own way.
A fresh shiver passed over her frame as she lifted her long white lashes from her cheekbones and allowed her orchid hued pools to settle on the stallion's breathtaking-ly green gems that decorated his otherwise plain, but handsome features. As their eyes locked the corners of her velvets turned up involuntarily into a smile, she wasn't entirely sure as to what she was apologizing for. Maybe it was for asking him the seemingly polite question, maybe it was for the fact that she had ran into him, or the fact that they seemed to keep bumping into each other and they kept touching each other. The touching seemed to be getting more and more serious with each time they met, which worried the mare slightly. Her mind set had always been around her work and her work alone. The most intimate of a touch she had ever felt was that of someone's ivories slicing through her flesh, nothing that could be seen as sexual. She had never bore a child, nor had she even tried to have a child as the thought was just something that she wasn't looking for.
At least it hadn't been what she had been looking for, but something about this stallion was slowly beginning to change her mind.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." As his thick whisper reached her forward pricked harks the warmth of his touch was slowly being moved away from her cheekbones. Inwardly the mare pouted and yearned for him to move forward once again and just remain where he had been standing. "Are we...are we friends?" The sound of his voice again caused her harks to prick forwards as her orchid pools focused once more on his features, lingering on the smirk that turned the corners of his smoky kissers up. The question was one that Cheveyo expected from a much younger creature than herself, but coming from the stallion before her, it was almost charming. A smile pulled it's way across her ivory splashed features as the heat of a blush grew on her cheeks, nearly casting a pinked hue across her skin as she parted her kissers to speak. "I hope we are." Cheveyo didn't quite know what their label was, she honestly hoped that they were friends. But for some reason she felt like they had the potential to be more than friends as she had never felt the fire like she felt with Note with any one else that she considered to be her friend. Lowering her skull slightly the mare looked at the stallion through her long lashes, slightly worried over the response she was going to get from the question about to spill from her vocal chords. "Do you believe we are friends?"





"Words words words."

Tag;; @[Note]
Words;; Seven Hundred and Forty Nine
OOC;; Sorry this took me so long dear