Hover knows her current status. Her mane is a mess. Her make up is smudged. She smells of love. And her personality oozes an aura of fear and sadness. A gloomy image with the thought that she has slain her coltriend via poison. "I apologize for my volume."
"Ah must obey."
She complied with a playful "" face."As you wish." Heavy pulled out a string of lilies tied into a vine. The flowers were then massaged into each of Aubade's hooves. He was sure to not go higher than halfway between ankle and elbow but he was sure to watchher reactions. "All done madam."
Aubade didn't realize what she had said until now. Her own cheeks admittedly a little shade of pale pink. "Yes.....yes, on my hooves, that's what I had meant."