06-20-2017, 10:44 PM
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.
His sister has long stood by the accusation of him being hotheaded and brash, and he can only imagine what she’d say or think if she saw him acting like a foolish colt in this mare’s presence. Where had that cheekiness come from? It was rather unbecoming of him and he can see that it was disconcerting to her, - she backed up a step, became shy and shuttered in his presence, and seemed bashful in her stuttering reply. He grew quiet and calmer once her teeth left him, once the itch settled back beneath his skin having been dispelled, and thought it must be this season that made him different, even crazy.
Spear took a step forward and offered her his nose again, the expression on his face apologetic as he said to her, “You’re right you know, strangers we are not but more like friends newly met.” He fixed her with a simple stare and a simpler smile, one that was gentle and coaxing as he touched his nose to hers, bumped it rather than withdraw back to his own personal space. “Tell me more about yourself, since we are friends.” Story for a story, he thinks as he never takes his eyes off of her. He couldn’t think of how to chase the sudden shyness away - Spark was better at things like that than he ever was, he only know how to tease and bark out orders or warnings or the like.
(He’d only been this way one other time, but his advances had been welcome and they’d danced around one long into the night, outlasting even the moon that shone bright on their skins.)
spear