Vibrant cyan irises shut away within the confines of cerulean eyelids, she leaned into his embrace, savoring the intimacy, for all the best things in life are those that cannot be seen, but felt. They hadn't been so close as they were that night in the Secret Grove for some time, and she was in desperate need of some one on one Azzuen time, though not solely in the respect one might be inclined to infer. She would be more than content with another stroll along the beach, or to fly through the Thistle Meadow, for although he had openly expressed himself to her she hadn't fully returned the favor and there were many things she should've shared with him.

Still, if he so desired she would without hesitation meet him in the place where Cirrus was conceived for a second time. She tenderly lipped the threads of his unruly mane in a display of fondness for the stallion, ears perked forward as he gently nipped her flank in a playful manner. In reception to the action she ran her ivory teeth along his nape, lightly seizing a small portion of the thick skin between their contours as she clasped them closer together. It was in lucid teasing that she did so, and as he briskly trotted toward the leggy roan filly in the midst of the water a wispy smile was evinced upon her facade.

Rhythmic laughter occupied her bodice as she watched the two cavort, craning her neck around Cirrus as she pranced over to her, then gently prodded her back in his direction as he got to his feet. Beads of liquid adhered to her satiny fur, making the refreshing sensation that was exuded as a burst of air was wafted toward her by the pothering motion of Azzuen's massive wings all the cooler. Slowly she lowered her slender face to the cool fluid, imbibing it and taking delight in the much needed refreshment it provided her with. Lengthy mane tumbled down from the curvature of her neck, faintly caressing the surface as she drank.

Tasseled tail swatted the air behind her, silvern wings held out at her sides. She allowed them to relax as well as letting air to circulate through their fledged conformations, delicate feathers stagnant as they softly scanned the water. She then peered up at Azzuen, sensing that he was up to something, though she wasn't entirely certain of what. As she hoisted her head back into the air, she deliberately undulated her wings to rid some of the water that clung to their tips, holding them at half mast now. Though she yearned to utilize her wings, as she had not done so quite as frequently a she would like, recently, Cirrus was not quite ready to fly alongside her parents, and she looked forward to the moment they would be able to.