[ He'd have a willing allie in that escape should he ever express it. As hungrily as she looks at the soldiers' weapons, she so eyes off the beasts much the same. Close fighting inside Whitechapel did not require how she'd ridden once. ( Shouting war cries and leaping off fortress aside, she missed her stallion - crotchety as he could. ]
A good love to bestow. [ He looks... sweet like that. Something bright in his eyes. Feels the twist low in her gut of it.
Alright, maybe she's been trying to avoid talking with him since their first conversation. In part for how it ended, in part because he was as clever with that brightness. ]
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A good love to bestow. [ He looks... sweet like that. Something bright in his eyes. Feels the twist low in her gut of it.
Alright, maybe she's been trying to avoid talking with him since their first conversation. In part for how it ended, in part because he was as clever with that brightness. ]