[PRP] What is this feeling? ( Raive and Mistral )

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Raive walked along the village path with no destination in mind or even a purpose to go there. It was a gorgeous sunny spring afternoon, the flowers and trees were freshly blossomed and the smell of nature's lecture was in the air. Raive looked down at the ground as she walked, taking view of the gravel that was under her feet. The village was set off the beaten path but wasn't without its share of visitors. That was how she chanced upon it herself, just passing through as a regular visitor, but that was a couple of months ago. With the winter being as bad as it was she had no choice but to stay and take it easy. She had been here for such a short time but had found the village was starting to grow on her.

A cherry blossom blown by the wind landed on the ground in front of her. Raive paused then reached down to the stone and dirt road and picked it up. Dusting the dirt that had just claimed its place on the light pink pedals, she admired its beauty before placing it behind her ear. It was the day to share the beauty of the scenery, even if it was just by putting a young flowering her hair. A warm spring breeze passed through the village, causing her hair to dance in the air. Pulling some of it away from her eyes, Raive noticed someone she found appealing by a rack of fruits displayed by the grocer's shop. Tilting her head to admire the mare's beauty she smiled and began to blush. Why was she so intrigued by this beautiful mare? She wasn't sure herself but deciding she had to meet her, Raive slowly began her way towards the elegant meara.

 

[The Anesthesia]

The saccharine aroma that rose up from the brightly tinted and overly ripened fruit brought a sharpened expression of disgust to fall upon Mistral’s striking features; truly no one ever carried anything exceptional or exotic at these little rinky-dink venders. Flipping the tip of her pierced ear backwards the stallion-like mare gave a haughty snort, there were pears and apples but nothing remarkable to scrumptious, licking the corner of her lips Mistral took a step back while crossing her arms over her slight chest. A steak actually sounded more to her liking, in fact the very thought of a succulent juicy cut of meat made the insides of her cheeks moisten and swell with saliva.

The soft sound of movement behind her snapped the dark-manned Ista from her thoughts, whirling around with a clap of her cloven hoofs on the solidly packed ground as her long, flowing ebony tail cascaded along the contour of her firm thighs and calves.

“. . .” Crimson brimmed yellow hues narrowed into suspicious slits for just a moment as the female locked her sights on the thin faced plum haired youth. The haphazard flower that was tucked into the mare’s thick wavy mane broke the intense stare that Mistral found herself directing at the feminine laegil, summoning a shallow cough to the back of her throat the ‘bard’ drew her massive hand to her delicate face and brushed her scattered bangs from her wildly colored eyes. “May I help you?” Allowing her hand to fall away from her pale visage Mistral wriggled her snout and placed her fingertips upon her well-defined hip, a tiny breath barely escaped past her lips which made her hardened abdomen contract noticeably, the tight muscles in her stomach rippled beneath her plush wintery coat making the lanky beast appear powerful and somewhat sensual in her casual pose.

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