Another half-turn in place, another giddy look down the length of the creek, and she realized the water's soothing babble had drawn yet another lone figure out into the open: a stocky bay stallion. He was taller than Phoebe was, more strongly built too but not in a way that came across as intimidating. His movement and demeanor were calm, easy, almost gentle, and though there was the slight onset of excited nerves at the thought of a possible new acquaintance, the girl felt no need to be wary.
Still, words evaded her, remained stuck to her tongue, and it was like she held her breath expectantly as the figure walked to the edge of the creek, near where she stood, and broke the stillness with a voice as gentle as his apparent demeanor. Her ears flickered once as the curious question registered with her, and the soft smile he shared, a secret contained by their current location, brought out a brighter, girlish one in response that gentled with another wistful sigh at his secondary comment. "That's so lovely," Phoebe answered dreamily, wondering how breathtakingly beautiful such a special moment between lovers might be.
With an absent glance made to admire the scenery once more, the sunset mare only just registered the lowered motion made by the stallion, his muzzle brushing the earth. New movement at her feet drew her attention pointedly back, and she watched with a new sense of wonder as a beautiful, solitary flower grew and blossomed before her, the pink and purple hues reminiscent of her own unique coloration. "Oh!" Phoebe felt caught unawares, surprised in the best way, and, taking a step nearer, plucked the beautiful lily to mentally hold it suspended before her--a new trick she'd learned of recently--for a closer inspection.
Carefully, with a focused thought, she turned the flower this way and that, visibly concentrating more than was necessary being still new to such a mental gift. It occurred to her as she held it aloft that its sudden growth and appearance were likely not merely a coincidence... Phoebe's bright eyes shifted from the flower to the stallion standing beyond, a curious light within her gaze. "Did you..?" she asked, leaving the question unfinished but allowing the flower to tilt in his direction, inquiring without words whether he was the creator of the lovely petaled token.
