Her eyes danced over the party goers quicker than flame, her wings twitching nervously as she debated whether or not she wished to join them. She could feel the fear welling up in her, the only previous experience she'd had with crowds was her short time in Valerius' herd. She knew in her heart that this was different, these horses were cheerful and full of laughter and drink, but her mind kept pushing that reassurance aside as soon as it came up to protest. She shook her head softly from side to side, giving one last wistful glance at the performers before turning to sulk back home. Just as she was about to leave, she stiffened at the soft sound of approaching hooves, barely discernible for their silence. Before she knew it, she felt a warm body right next to hers, and a masculine voice winding into her ears.
Her ears instantly flattened and she leaped to the side, landing with all fours spread out under her, letting out a snort as she whipped around to face the intruder, her legs noticeably shaking and her breathing ragged. She wrapped her wings around her front as if to shield and protect herself from danger without even realizing it just out of sheer instinct. He had approached her with confidence and allure, completely sure of himself and apparently his effect on others. Once her moment of panic passed, however, she instantly straightened herself, suddenly embarrassed of her disheveled terror. It's okay, she told herself, stallions and mares talk all the time, not all of them are evil and cruel. And plus, you're a healer, you can't just discriminate against healing only mares. Thinking of this, she groaned inwardly, even more humiliated at her ridiculous reaction. His commanding tone when he said she was in the wrong place frustrated her slightly, as if she didn't belong on the sidelines like the outcast she was. Who was he to know where she belonged at a party? Or if she even belonged at one at all.
By the time she finally parted her lips to speak, her gentle voice carried across the air like gentle feathers brushed by wind. "Excuse me?" She started, I simply do not like crowds, or the horses in those crowds, or, rather, social events in general.She rambled a bit at the end, feeling even more silly as she spoke. Why'd she even come here if she disliked social events? She sighed. "I felt the... obligation to make an appearance, but it seems that's a lot easier said than done."She spoke as if she'd done nothing foolish at all, all hesitation gone from her voice this time. She pushed down her desire to simply flee and allowed herself to relax a little more in the face of change, standing tall and letting her wings fall back into place upon her back as she regarded the well-defined male before her with more intrigue than fear now.
