The fae sunk back, letting Tolio and that other stallion do whatever, still in shock. Her emerald eyes were still wide as the full moon, confusion still sparking in the emeralds. Why was he doing this? Did he like stallions in that hormonal, lovey way? It was a new concept to her, and being so young, she didn't realize things like this could happen to horses. Until now anyway.
So she stood there, in her own thoughts, still trying to shut out Tolio and his stud lover. But their flirtatious voices were still faintly herd inside her head, haunting her. So, Tolio was a little... different that didn't matter did it? It did explain his oddly girly attitude from their previous encounters, but still. She felt a little weird knowing Tolio enjoyed the pleasure of males instead of females. Didn't that mean that he couldn't have children? Because if there were two males...
The fae stopped herself there. She knew that it took male and female parts to make children, she had learned that in her many adventures around Helovia. And her run in with d'Artagnan and Kou, preparing to conceive a little one of their own was another reason she knows. Maybe if they asked a God? It would be a little strange, but it could work... maybe. It would be a little odd to see a stallion with a swollen stomach, and a little comical too.
When Tolio spotted her all wide eyed, his expression hardened. Disappointment was visible in his gaze, and the fae shrunk back from the larger stud. She flicked her ears back, his stern voice bringing a tear to the fae's eye. What had she done wrong, she had only asked. She didn't mean any harm. Still young, she shrunk away from Tolio further, unable to open her mouth. Was she over reacting? She couldn't tell if she was or wasn't, instead she just looked at Tolio, fear and pain in her eyes. She could see from his gaze he wasn't pleased with her, and she felt her heart drop. "N...n... no. I... I didn't mean... mean..." She couldn't finish what she had begun to say. She just stood there, stepping farther away from Tolio. He was much bigger than her, and angering him scared her.
He wasn't the same she came to realize then. Before maybe he would have smiled and explained to her why he felt this way, instead of just glaring at her. At least, that's what she hoped he would have done. But she couldn't be sure about his actions then... or now. All she knew now was that this 'new' Tolio was much easier to push to the edge, just as she had done. She muttered jagged, inaudible words, words only she understood. She looked at Tolio, wondering why he had become so cold. What had he faced during that long time that turned him into... into this.
"Speech."
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