A click tears her focus away from the view of a restless ocean. Noir greets her gaze, dusted in highlights of blue, verdant eyes that hold the sky. Ru’s kohl lined orbs widen, the porcelain feathers along her neck stand up in alarm. In having been found out so easily, so sudden – off guard in the bliss that she embraces in the sky, and drinks herself silly in all that it has to offer.

The steady strum of her wings keeps her body level. Blinking, watching as spidery hair trails behind the body that leans slightly back. A quiet, brooding hum pressed between the mare’s lips. She raises a brow, casting her head back to watch the roguish pegasi with a crooked grin that knits with bemusement.

Teeth glow in the high sun. The bite on her left hindquarters sends a childish, unexpected squeal from the mare. Unfurling her neck feathers, pluming as the challenge is offered in a raucous laughter. Sending jolts of excitement that leave the ashen mare’s eyes glinting with a nearly predatory glare. Spotting the mare as she elevates herself into the heavens.

“Ah!” Is her cracked and singed voice; hey!

There is already some distance between them, before Ru grunts out with a heavy pulse from her wings – and begins to angle herself after the vagabond. She can’t make out the stranger’s smile, but her eyes are cast upon their target – hungry and daring to return the favor.

White primaries flare to hold the wind and push her higher up. Her heart is already racing, but the woman was built to persevere. An updraft pulses from below her, she takes the opportunity – and glides as she’s pulled further along. Wings knife through the wind as it leaves with warm, gentle kisses against her belly.

Ru pursues the rogue from behind, chirping at as she continues to stretch her wings out – carving out the air. Making small, quick and subtle shifts to steer her way closer. Ru anticipates that the mare might dart away from her purchase, elevate, or balk and pull up perhaps for a surprise. Or perhaps swerve themselves among the giants that pollute the ocean, in the mists that litter from one upturned spike to another.

For now she keeps behind the mare. And calls out with a heavy, challenging yell against their heels. Hopefully enticing the obsidian mistress to up her maneuvering game. But what was meant to be a nearly serious, caustic cry is followed by short and broken laughter.