As she pulled away to look into the stallion's emerald eyes she nearly found her breath being pushed right out of her lungs and nearly blocked from being able to breath once again. Every detail about this stallion was enough to send her fragile mind off of her rocker and into some crazy abyss where everything was smiles and rainbows, so unlike the reality of the dark world around them. Reality was death, tears, blood, and darkness...not this odd happiness that had been billowing up in her belly with the closeness shared between herself and the winged stallion.
The single syllable floated into the air hesitantly, as Cheveyo wasn't quite sure where this conversation was going any longer. It began with the inquisition on the markings of her past and suddenly took a one eighty to ask about her nonexistent sex life. But, no matter how strange the questions would get...how emotionally tiring it was to answer them the painted warrior would do her best to answer her new found companion with complete honesty. In her six years, she had never touched nor looked at another stallion in the way that she was touching and looking at Note. The feelings welling up deep inside of her hadn't been felt towards another, at least not towards one with four legs as they did. And the feelings towards Kwahu were even different, more of a dependency than love. Even the thought of that "l" word was a little worrisome, that meant giving your whole being to another and trusting that they would take care of you.
It wasn't long after the word had escaped from the grasp of her vocal chords before the bay stallion pulled her in close once again. His well defined, sporty skull settling easily on her withers as if that was where it had been meant to be forever. Allowing her pallid lids to drift shut over odd eyes the painted mare relaxed ever so slightly, this was where she was meant to be and it all felt right. But there was a question she needed to ask as well, a question that had just been asked of herself was now to be turned around on the steed. Turning her skull slightly so her chin was resting at the base of his thickly muscled boa on the opposite side of her own nape she allowed another syllable loose from her kissers.
As Cheveyo waited patiently, yet anxiously for the stallion's answer she turned back to the connection of the feathered appendages to his shoulders. Admiring them once more and recalling the warm fuzzy feeling that they had left in her belly, warily the mare stretched her boa out just a tad until her lips met the joining point of his wings to his shoulders. Massaging the joint carefully the mare's chestnut harks were tilted backwards so she could catch every word the stallion might speak. "One." One. The word echoed over and over again in the mare's grey matter as she thought about it. One syllable. One mare. One more than she had been with. One other that had held his heart enough that he were to give his whole being to her. What had happened to that one? Did she die? Did she leave him? Or did he leave her? Did he still love her? Did they have children? Sighing softly the painted lady moved away from his wings ever so slightly as he pulled her in even tighter to his chest, the electric feeling between the two of them almost enough to push the questions from her mind as the feelings she had for the stallion boiled at the edge of her pot. "Did you love her?" Her words were soft, possibly even a little broken as she thought of the stallion holding another mare like this. As odd as it felt, their might have even been a tinge of jealousy as she thought about the other mare, who was probably some pretty dainty creature that needed protecting. Some mare who was everything that she wasn't.


"Speech"
Tag;; @[Note]
Words;; Six Hundred and Eighty One
OOC;; All the feels. <3 sorry xD she told me that she needed to ask that question