Delicate things are pretty - cute, even,
but you are not delicate.
You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.
I might have three eyes, but unfortunately it really gives me no preternatural means of determining or even noticing things. Granted, I can see much more than the average equine, but pretend as I might, I am not truly as all seeing as I'd like to believe.
As is very much evidenced by my surprise just moments ago.
Fortunately she does not seem inclined to turn me away, and so I sidle just a bit closer. Just close enough for comfortable conversation. “Ah, thank you my dear, I'm glad.” I offer another more winsome smile before adding. “I can't begin to tell you how lonely it gets out here at night. I'm Giohde, by the way.”
My gaze shifts to the water in silent contemplation. After a moment's silence, I glance back at my new companion and ask, “So what brings you out here in the wee hours?”
Giohde