Paris's Bright Lights
I gave a soft sigh. "I am a little bit uncomfortable." I murmured quietly. "But, it would be good if you stayed around. I don't feel like battling stallions today. Not at all." I shook my mane, and eased down a little bit, but I was still tense around Aragon. I wouldn't give him my name yet. But I also do not liked to be called.. 'mare.' It is hurtful and rude, but if I trusted him enough, and I warmed up to him, then maybe. Just maybe, would I give him my name. I sighed softly and shook my mane out glancing around.