I stood near Apollo in the meadow, my flank facing him as I grazed upon the tall stalks. I liked it like this. Just me and him. No other mares to distract him from me, and it's me that he'll go to when it comes time to breed. I smiled to myself for a moment. I remeber back when I was a little filly, my mother always shaking her head in shame whenever I tried to woo a stud, while my father encouraged it. Me and mother never did really get along. She thought that I was too open to colts, always teasing them once I was more of age and when I was younger always sauntering around, a band of colts following me wherever I went. Okay, I'll admit it. I was used to getting what I wanted. Still, I can't help it if every stallion I saw tried to jump at any chance they got to get something for me or to help me in any way that they could. I am quite a looker, afterall. I don't blame Apollo.

Of course, though, I may have been open to any and all stallions, but now I only give attention to Apollo. Over my dead body am I a cheater, and plus Apollo is so big and strong and hunky... I would never decieve him by running off with another stallion. So totally not on my resume.

I glanced back at Apollo, a soft nicker escaping my chambers. It's so... Quiet. I said, crinkling my nose, trying to decide whether or not I liked it.