Amok Time

Through the haze of rosy clouds a stallion came into view. Amarantha almost gasped. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. From his satiny buckskin coat, the majestic arch of this strong neck, to his roguishly disheveled hair and mysterious blue tattoos – everything about him was irresistible. Everything around him seemed to dim and darken, as though the light shone only on him. In the air around him, literal pink hearts swooped and flew on feathered white wings.

This last snapped Amarantha out of her haze.

No. This isn’t real. It’s whatever weird effect this place has.

The stranger spoke, and it was clear he had been affected too. She shook her head violently, to clear it.

I’ve got to warn him- to help him snap out of it!

She opened her mouth and said –

“Oh, you! I bet you say that to all the mares!”

Some small part of her screamed in fury, then curled up and died of embarrassment as the rest of her continued like a steam train -

“I know your type - charming, handsome, and fickle as the wind." she trilled, flicking him playfully with her tail.  She tossed her head, flipping her mane in what, presumably, was meant to be a flirtatious manner.

 "Admit it - you leave a trail of broken hearts behind you everywhere you go!”

For possibly the first time in her life, Amarantha pranced  over to the stallion and fluttered her long lashes in what, in her right mind, she would have considered an utterly ludicrous display.


 "Talk"

Amarantha

You were named for the Amaranth
Whose bloom means life unending
And whose name means "Love Lies Bleeding"

@Ruwin
O.M.G. she's going to die when she's back to normal.