Baby, You're Gorgeous! [Phaedra]

Baby, You're Gorgeous! [Phaedra]

Phaedra the Opulent Posts: 343

Deceased

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3 :: 6 Buff: NOVICE

Stella :: Secretary Bird :: None Aud

11-17-2012, 11:14 AM

The stallion behaved nearly as Phaedra would have imagined...until he opened his mouth. Standing on the turf, long cinnamon locks flowing in the gentle breeze, he was still the picture of masculinity that Phae had first taken him to be. She appreciated that he had kept his distance - it showed a certain amount of respect on his part. Or that's how she interpreted it, anyways.

As he giggled and called out to her, she titled her head inquisitively. There was something...but...she just couldn't place it. Sure do! Don't see why others don't do it as often. And you? Are you the type to wander the beach? Pheadra began to walk towards him, stepping lightly as her hooves had a tendency to sink in the sand. Flying was so much easier. She arched her neck prettily and subtly drew herself up to her full height, which was still smaller than the stallion. Being flirtatious was the only way Phaedra really knew how to be around males. It was how she protected herself. If they saw her as something worth having, worth keeping safe, they usually did so. Her natural beauty was really her only asset in that regard - she had always thought of herself as something which look dirty, though. Her coat, not quite golden palomino, had a sooty sheen, and her mane and tail too where closer to cream than bright white. Her odd bird-catcher spotting was just another thing to mar her already questionable coat. But still. They liked her, and she fed on that, to keep herself safe.

As Phaedra came within a few paces of Tolio, she smiled demurely and nodded. "I am the type to wander" She admitted, looking at him flirtatiously.

In the back of her mind, Phaedra couldn't quite shake the odd feeling that something wasn't right. Tolio wasn't interested in her...in the right way. He wasn't looking at her like most stallions did. Frowning slightly, Phaedra again resorted to the thought that he must be waiting for someone, which could mean trouble. Still with flirtatious tones to her voice, she glided past him, rubbing a wing-feather gently along his side. "Are you waiting for someone here?" She cooed softly.