S I M O
Heat flushed his cheeks, his feathered appendages still covering his eyes as he waited to be discovered by the feminine beauty that he had found in the creek's embrace. His ears quivered much like his knees as he listened to her bell-like voice ring out. O-oh? He wondered, tenderly lifting on of the delicate wings so that he could look again -- the mare coming out of the water. He could see for the first time that her golden pelt was splashed with a galaxy of colors-- vibrant pinks, purples and blues, and he perked up. His pale blue gaze wandered appreciatively, his artistic eye intrigued by the placement of those bursts of color. It was not until she spoke again that he truly heard her, his gaze flying to meet one that was nearly identical to his own.
His ears fell back against his skull at the mention of biting, a slight unease curling into his chest at the idea of being bitten. The stallion was no ninny, but he did not make a habit of hurting women (or anyone really) so if she was going to bite him well...he supposed there wasn't much to do about it. He laughed nervously, the sound a bit strangled in his throat. He glanced around at the scenery, the creek's quiet babbling in the background as he let an awkward silence fill the space for a few moments. "Faye?" He mused aloud, tilting his head as his wings finally tucked themselves back behind his ears -- laying down against the nape of his neck. "Like a fairy?" He asked, more aware of himself after a moment.
The stallion colored like a storm-cloud gave another pause, not wanting to admit that he knew anything about things like fairies. For all he knew they were just children's stories that his mother liked to tell. "Oh...I'm Zosimos. But you can call me Simo." He glanced at the creek and took another small step back. "I'm sorry to interrupt your...ahem...bath?" He asked, arching an eyebrow.
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