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05-11-2014, 12:01 AM
Though she still had reservations, her bonded did not. When the silence was shattered by a joyful howl, the kitsune sent up a series of excited yips, tails wagging enthusiastically as he waited just long enough for the snowy form of Alanna to appear through the brush. Then he was bounding forward with a delighted whine to lick at her face and bound around his life-long friend.
Normally Kimber would have watched the joyous reunion with an amused smile on her face. But today was different. Today her gaze was fixed on the shadows beyond the companions, on the palely painted stallion who lingered within them. Why was he so hesitant to greet her? Why was she so uncertain about him?
No, be honestly with yourself. You're scared of what you feel for him, what it'd mean with how you are. She lectured herself, shivering gently. It was something she'd never let herself consider before. He'd always been her friend, a companion when she'd needed a shoulder. And she'd been a shoulder for him on occasion. But neither one had ever said a word to each other of anything more. She'd never dared yearn for more, knowing what her mother had told her when she'd failed to develop the quirks particular to mares. She was... incomplete, physically.
But that all failed to matter when he spoke her name, quietly, uncertainly. Her ears tipped forward, one and then the other. She took one step, then another, and then she was rushing forward, sweeping past the hellhound and kitsune in a desperate flurry to reach him. "Aaron." It was with her usual abandon that she flung herself into him, hooking her chin over his withers. "I missed you." And she had, so much that she'd done her very best to busy herself with everything expect thinking of him. It was only now that she wondered if she'd taken too long to be honest with herself.
Normally Kimber would have watched the joyous reunion with an amused smile on her face. But today was different. Today her gaze was fixed on the shadows beyond the companions, on the palely painted stallion who lingered within them. Why was he so hesitant to greet her? Why was she so uncertain about him?
No, be honestly with yourself. You're scared of what you feel for him, what it'd mean with how you are. She lectured herself, shivering gently. It was something she'd never let herself consider before. He'd always been her friend, a companion when she'd needed a shoulder. And she'd been a shoulder for him on occasion. But neither one had ever said a word to each other of anything more. She'd never dared yearn for more, knowing what her mother had told her when she'd failed to develop the quirks particular to mares. She was... incomplete, physically.
But that all failed to matter when he spoke her name, quietly, uncertainly. Her ears tipped forward, one and then the other. She took one step, then another, and then she was rushing forward, sweeping past the hellhound and kitsune in a desperate flurry to reach him. "Aaron." It was with her usual abandon that she flung herself into him, hooking her chin over his withers. "I missed you." And she had, so much that she'd done her very best to busy herself with everything expect thinking of him. It was only now that she wondered if she'd taken too long to be honest with herself.
