heaven help a fool who falls in love
Adalyn loves the electric vibe of life that flows under her feet here. She has missed such company – there are hearts and souls and minds all around her she does not know, yet they will carry on in life without her. She has missed seeing a face every place she looks (all of them unfamiliar, some of them smiling, some of them angry, some of them sad, some of them patient) rather than the forlorn expression of the trees. She craves the constant chatter of noise, much like the sounds of a happy stream or a thunderous waterfall.
She thrives in a place where there is constant, loud life.
Despite the overwhelming degree of energy, Adalyn’s eyes are drawn toward a stallion. He seems to be a steadfast rock among the powerful flow. Her ears tip forward in interest. He moves with a slow sort of step, as though he knows exactly where he’s going and that every step he takes will land him on sure footing. He is deft and sure of himself, something that interests the water girl. It takes Adalyn a moment to realize that she must have interested him also, as his heavy steps are landing closer to her.
The lake’s water ripples a touch more heavily (as if to match the sudden, quicker beating of her heart). His voice is lower than she originally anticipated. Deep – almost murky – blue eyes scan over his face. He seemed to lack a well-worn smile, at least for the moment. His question startled Adalyn; she was expecting some crazed rant about how great and mighty his kingdom or herd might be. “Well, Magnus, I’m bored and looking for someplace to take in my adventurous ass.”
Her lips dance into a genuine smile. She dips her head into a graceful nod. “My name’s Adalyn. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Despite her mildly sour mouth, her parents had instilled manners from a young age and she retains them still. Thank God for a literal angel of a father and a not-too-shabby mother.
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