04-03-2018, 02:06 PM
The apology she had issued remains hanging in the air and she cannot yet bring her gaze back towards him, even if Breckin had truly wanted to. The way he had looked at her had only cemented her suspicions further. The mischief that dwelled in his eyes only moments ago seemed to be overtaken by what she could only guess was a complicated entanglement of past and present emotions. And it confuses the spotted mare as she tries to understand how that briefest of eye contact alone could cause her so much anxiety.
Surely a lifetime has passed—at least that it was what it feels like—between now and their last word exchange. She begins to worry as the quietness begins to press in on her, afraid that Brennen will suddenly turn to her and tell her to leave because she had indeed overstepped those personal boundaries. But she would understand if that is the path he chose to take. And just as the woman makes the conscious decision to turn and head back towards the way they had come from, she feels the contact of his nose upon her shoulder. Ever so slowly, she musters the courage to drag her browns eyes back to meet his own—still slightly intimidated by the thought of what his expression may hold.
The exquisite sensation of relief overtakes Breckin when her vision traces over the bay stallion’s small, reassuring grin. When he finally speaks to her again, his words fall on quizzical ears as she ponders his musings. His philosophy is something she can recognize as truth, and her pale head dips slightly in agreement. Returning Brennen’s small smile, she internally wonders how old he truly is. Thankfully, this time, she is able to keep that thought private.
The sounds of the rush of water was lost on her until she is upon it; her ears only having been in tune to the anticipated sound of Brennen’s voice. So when they finally step through the foliage and onto the bank of the pond, her eyes cast about rapidly as they try to drink up the beauty that has unfolded before her. “It’s lovely,” she says breathily while her mouth hangs slightly ajar in wonder.
Moving of their own accord, whitened limbs carry her into the shallows of the water, suddenly very aware of how parched she has become. As her dark lips fall to meet the refreshing coolness of the liquid, a devilish thought crosses her mind. Never raising her head, a wicked grin spreads and a spark of her own brand of mischief ignites in her eyes. Raising a hoof, the leopard woman sends a splash of water backward, hoping to hit her bay target, and attempting to return the conversation to something more enjoyable.
@[Brennen]
OOC: I can't be sure, but I think she might be flirting a little. :|
Surely a lifetime has passed—at least that it was what it feels like—between now and their last word exchange. She begins to worry as the quietness begins to press in on her, afraid that Brennen will suddenly turn to her and tell her to leave because she had indeed overstepped those personal boundaries. But she would understand if that is the path he chose to take. And just as the woman makes the conscious decision to turn and head back towards the way they had come from, she feels the contact of his nose upon her shoulder. Ever so slowly, she musters the courage to drag her browns eyes back to meet his own—still slightly intimidated by the thought of what his expression may hold.
The exquisite sensation of relief overtakes Breckin when her vision traces over the bay stallion’s small, reassuring grin. When he finally speaks to her again, his words fall on quizzical ears as she ponders his musings. His philosophy is something she can recognize as truth, and her pale head dips slightly in agreement. Returning Brennen’s small smile, she internally wonders how old he truly is. Thankfully, this time, she is able to keep that thought private.
The sounds of the rush of water was lost on her until she is upon it; her ears only having been in tune to the anticipated sound of Brennen’s voice. So when they finally step through the foliage and onto the bank of the pond, her eyes cast about rapidly as they try to drink up the beauty that has unfolded before her. “It’s lovely,” she says breathily while her mouth hangs slightly ajar in wonder.
Moving of their own accord, whitened limbs carry her into the shallows of the water, suddenly very aware of how parched she has become. As her dark lips fall to meet the refreshing coolness of the liquid, a devilish thought crosses her mind. Never raising her head, a wicked grin spreads and a spark of her own brand of mischief ignites in her eyes. Raising a hoof, the leopard woman sends a splash of water backward, hoping to hit her bay target, and attempting to return the conversation to something more enjoyable.
@[Brennen]
OOC: I can't be sure, but I think she might be flirting a little. :|