At Ruka's observation, Kuona quickly nodded. It always felt cool and damp in this graveyard; at least in the few times she'd visited. She liked to think that she didn't believe in ghosts, but that was a lie - just one venture near the graveyard had changed her mind. Now, the place gave her the skeevies. Feeling the male press into her, Kuona could feel her face grow hot. Although used to some form of attention from the opposite sex, it had never gone quite this far - but she couldn't even begin to say that she hated it.
Glancing about, Kuona frowned. Even though she wasn't looking forward to seeing the graveyard once again, she had been hoping there would be others around. A social butterfly, it was disappointing not to meet anyone new. "I'm not seeing anyone, but..." she picked her hooved forward, continuing to scan the horizon. "I'm always down to venture further..." she blushed once more, "with you." The mare glanced toward the sky - it looked dark, but that also appeared to be the mysterious fog emanating from the graveyard. She couldn't quite tell whether or not the sun was setting yet, which was slightly disturbing. "If we don't find anyone, I'll feel awful for having brought you so far out!"
