Rosy nares flared ever so slightly as the mare sniffed once or twice in efforts to get her emotions back under check. Cheveyo hadn't told anyone of her past before, of the boy she lost and the life she left behind her except for the painted patches on her pelt. But something about Note made her trust him, maybe it was the warm tingling feeling she got when she was around him, or the honesty in those entrancing green eyes that adorned his already handsome features. Whatever it was, was something that she hadn't found in another equine in her two years since that fateful day.
Still sniffling the mare couldn't help but feel a moment or two of joy when the bay allowed her to pull him in close, their chests touching slightly with the weight of their skulls against each other's withers. So close to the base of his wings that the lady warrior was nearly entranced with how the feathers grew out of his skin and the place that on her frame was just a shoulder melded perfectly into the amazingly powerful wings that could carry him through the atmosphere. Sighing gently the mare nuzzled her rosy maw in closer to the stallion, taking in his musky cologne and putting it away in her filing cabinet for later. He was special to her for some reason, and she wanted to make sure she remembered every little detail of him that she possibly could.
The sound of movement from further down Note's back drew the painted lady's attention away from the stallion for a moment, just in time to see an annoyed looking Sabel get up from her spot on his back and leap to the soft ground around them. Guilt flashed through her being for a moment as she realized that she had a bad habit of interrupting their time together. Cheveyo thought about wishing him well and finding him another day just so he could have that time with his bonded, but for some reason she couldn't seem to move out of their embrace. The warmth and safety that came from being around him was more than she had ever felt and she wasn't quite ready to give that up just so he could have time with the feline. It was his voice that rang into the silence that caused the mare to take a step away from him and out of their embrace.
"How many horses have you touched like this, Cheveyo?" His words were spoken softly but she could hear the strands of curiosity and seriousness through them as they reached her forward pricked harks. Her heart sank as her orchid pools locked in on his emerald ones, he thought her some kind of common whore. She had touched him one too many times, gotten too intimate too quickly. Inwardly cursing herself the lady warrior vowed to not allow the feeling she had for the bay to intensify any more than they already had unless he showed them first. Shaking her skull softly Cheveyo allowed her kissers to part as her vocal chords vibrated just enough to get the single syllable off of them. "None." She couldn't help the thoughts that rushed into her grey matter next, how many mare's had he been with? What was he expecting with this new friendship they had? Were they more than friends already?
Would she even know what to do in a relationship that was more than friendship?
"You?" Even though the next syllable rang out just as clearly as the first one, Cheveyo wasn't sure she wanted to know the reply just yet. The possiblity that he was one of those stallions that flaunted their manhood any chance they got was too great and it worried her that she had no experience. Not that she regretted that she was still a virgin at six years old, not at all. In fact, it was a fact that she treasured, there would be no children from her until she was good and ready...which she wasn't sure when that would be.

"Speech"
Tag;; @[Note]
Words;; Six Hundred and Eighty Four
OOC;; Sorry this took so long <3 Just started back up at work so things have been pretty all over the place.