break some bread for all my sins
She turns to face him, her expression warm and amiable, just as Dahmer had hoped it would be. It made everything a whole lot easier when he didn't have to work through the maybe-he's-a-serial-murderer doubts.
She tilts her head, something akin to coyness crossing over her feature as she responds to his inquiry. Dahmer offers a small pout, "Shame. I'd quite liked the idea of hunting for berries together on our first date," his frown transforms, now a handsome grin, "but I'd like to thank your mother, I think."
Her voice is sweet and pleasant in his ears, offering the information that she has yet to be wooed. The stallion's blue eyes watch her closely, and her name rolls off his tongue warmly, "Imke," as he considers the mare's question. There is quite a lot that he could decide to tell her or not tell her, actually. He had lived an entire life in Azza, a world away from here.
Instead, he makes a pleasant hmmm noise and turns his gaze to the snow that surrounds them with mock admiration. "Well, I was born in a distant land, my mother was the fiercest soul I have ever known, and I absolutely love the snow," a pause and a wink, "One of those was a lie, but I won't say which."
"And you, lovely Imke? What is your story?"
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No worries! I know how that goes <3