It seemed that tonight would be another of those weird nights where nothing really made sense, as if it was an odd dream. Despite the dream-like elements of a beautiful night, a sea of washed-out lavender thistle and a faint curtain of mist in the distance, it was very real, and yet it felt so surreal when the young stallion picked out him and approached, calling himself Roy, the meeting awesome, and bucked. Young, his mind whispered immediately, as if the lankiness of him wasn't proof enough of that. "If you come home with me, you'll meet a lot more horn-heads," he said smoothly, not at all a creepy thing to say. A smile played in his eyes, and faintly upon his lips, his gaze intent upon this Roy. For being the first thing to come to mind, and actually being allowed to be said, it was a rather weird thing to say.. as if he had a habit of inviting young men in the middle of the night. But then, Roy kept talking, and the words he said were so utterly absurd that Mauja's pale face wiped itself completely clean of emotions.

Date? Smoke? And what the hell was a BH? With his 'brows raised in surprise, which replaced the blankness, he turned as Roy did, catching the wink but not reacting to it for a moment. Smoke was chuckling, obviously amused, but Mauja found himself running his eyes over her grulla body, the white flicker of scars and the definition of her muscle. She was no slim thing, that was for sure, and if not for the lack of a horn upon her head.. yes, he could consider her attractive. She was a woman of a horse, and not some sprightly girl with her head in the clouds.

And then, he realized that the last time they had met, which had also been the first, Monster had got really worked up about it, prancing around and snorting and pawing the ground, clearly wanting some. While Roy didn't belong to Mauja in the same sense, the obvious similarities in the meeting brought a rather genuine grin to his face. "Ah, Smoke, I don't mean to make this happen each time we meet, you know," he said, still with the grin playing across his muzzle. The edge fires taunted him from where he stood facing her, and had Roy suddenly lost his energetic edge? Whatever. He didn't want to see, or smell, the fires kept burning among the trees, and turned back to where he stood comfortably seeing both of them, but not the Edge. His silver gaze flicked back to Roy, and he nodded his head at him. The youngster didn't smell of either of the herds. "I'm Mauja, by the way."