Free Spirit

The stallion galloped carefully through the terra, tossing his dial in a wild frenzy. His dark orbs searched the ground, looking for Songa. For some reason, he hadsomehow grown attached to her. Quite attached, to be a bit more specific. He liked her, in other words, though he never saw her much. Snorting, he pushed all four limbs forward, bracing himself for a skidding stop. Powdery snow went shooting out all over the place beneath him, allowing a strong shower to fly elsewhere. He pranced where he was standing and then let out a shrill neigh that echoed throughout most of the canyon. He was calling to Songa, of course. He wanted to tell her about somewhere she could keep warm at. Well, anything really to spend more time with her. They never really said anything between them much. He wanted to change that. He waited, desiring to keep his feelings deep inside secret, even though it could be obvious sometimes..

Songa

Songa was shuffling her muzzle through the cold snow and snacking on the frozen Rose Moss beneath it when the shrill neigh caught her attention. Her head was tossed up as auds pricked in the direction of the call. With a faint snort, the crystals of snow were blown from her muzzle. Her heart quickened a bit, and she realized that she was quite happy to hear his voice, though it was true that she hadn't heard much of it. Tossing her head once more in an anticipating manner, the mare cantered forward, making her way through the canyon where the cry originated. Her fleet pace carried her quickly, and she was soon within sight of her caller. Songa whinnied and slowed down, approaching him at a slower gait. "I heard your call, Free Spirit." She said, stating the obvious. But her words were used not for giving out those simple facts, but more for just wanting to speak with him.

Free Spirit

Free Spirit's auds swiveled in the direction of hoofbeats. His heart seemed to skip a jump as he wheeled around to have his eyes meet Songa's. Suddenly he looked downward, taking in a deep breath. He wantedto avoidasmuch eye contact as he possibly could, for now. Hoping this would go alright, he smiled at her, and nickered a low-toned greeting. His dial bobbed a bit as he accidentally took a small step back. His head then lowered, feeling a bit... Well, nervous. "Umm, hello, Songa..." he said, with a lop-sided smile now. Wasn't much of a smile, but at least it got the point across. "How've you been?" he then asked, not feeling very secure tothis point. Geeze, liking someone had some pretty serious consequences, as he liked to call them.

Songa

She picked up on his nervousness and acted accordingly, though it gave her a hinting about how he might feel about her. She too had always had her eyes on him, though her rather reserved nature kept her from showing anything. That, and she had been captive for most of her life, which didn't lend well to interacting in a wild herd. But she had grown accustom to the life, and now her wild spirit guided her. Her ears were forward and attentive, although her head was dipped a bit as his was, "I've been well. How about yourself?" Her tail flicked a bit now, but she thought how nice it was in the winter not to have the ever present flies nipping at her hide.

Free Spirit

Free Spirit's auds, instead of being pricked, were planed out to the sides. So, it seemed both of them thought the same of each other. This would be interesting. Taking in another deep breath, he repositioned his forelegs so that they were almost right next to each other. His eyes met hers once more for a split second before they sailed back down. He sighed, feeling a bit 'on the spot'. He never really knew what that meant, but it was just something his father always said. "Fine, fine... Say, I could show you a warm place, if you want." he offered, a fragile smile lighting up, but that same feeling continued to course through his body. He hoped he wouldn't act this way all the time... That's the last thing he needed to do-- give her an idea any time too soon.

Songa

At the mention of a warm spot, Songa thought about how cold she indeed was. Puffs of crystal air were billowing from her nostrils with each breath as a testament to the chilly conditions. As their eyes met, she too looked down, but for only a split second before her eyes found themselves looking back at his, though his remained earthward. "Really? I think that would be very nice place." Songa lifted her head just a touch, a quick, deep breath being billowed into the air.

Free Spirit

Free Spirit grinned, but it soon faded. Not into nothing, but into quite a larege smile. It beamed from his maw. Any warmer and it may melt the snow. He drew in a single breath before blinking hard and taking another look at Songa. His eyes met hers, and this time he forced himself to keep his orbs where they were. Focused on her own. "Great..." he stated, feeling as if he was about to lose his lunch, "Want to go there now" he asked, still smiling and leaving his eyes on hers. He awaited her answer with an even larger feeling of nervousness.