
It had been a very pleasant night, Amary reflected with a self-satisfied smile. True, there hadn't been any 'fun', but she had still had a very enjoyable night of flirting and conversation with a very charming stallion who she had every intention of meeting up with again, and then who knew what would happen? She did, for one, and she was pretty sure he did, too.
It was an unorthodox viewpoint, according to the norms of society, but it was very much the way of things for Amary, and she wasn't the least bit ashamed to admit it. Like her parents before her, she was a creature of strong passions and attractions, and she saw absolutely no reason not to act on those if the stallion was interested. It left everyone happy and it hurt no one, therefore it could only be described as a pleasant experience that bore repeating.
And life was all about pleasant things for Amary. Beyond physical pleasure, Amary took great joy in all of life's societal interactions; conversation, teasing, and joking were just as special in their own way, and every bit as much to be enjoyed. In fact, since she'd now eaten breakfast, first on the agenda for the day was to find someone to talk to!