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07-15-2015, 08:43 PM
[OMFG IT MAKES A HEART THAT WASN'T EVEN INTENTIONAL.]
Gaucho's tongue felt heavier and larger than usual. Although his words and phrasing had always been archaic and even primitive, never before had the latentness of his vocabulary weighed so heavily on his mind. How would he ever be able to express the thoughts such as those whirling about in his skull, if his lips would not cooperate? Oh! And his lips! Perhaps they would have the chance to do so much more than merely profess the glimmers of his heart.
He had bayed Johnny come here, to this plateau, but now as he stood silent and alone, wondered if the steed would show. Surely there were others who drew his interests, attentions, and affections ... surely ... and yet ... yet, same small glimmer, hidden deep within the Wildfire's breast dared to hope that he would be graced by his presence. Gaucho's stoic and stormy gaze surveyed the horizon, hoping the see the candy-coated visage appear somewhere in the sun drenched afternoon.
Mara was no where to be seen, for Gaucho was sure that his peppermint splendor would be adverse to snakes. But Vorsa fluttered above, just as anxious as her bonded. In her talons she held a bouquet of flowers which seemed to glimmer and shine with a passion and light reflected only by that in Gaucho's own gaze. Starshine and dewdrops dripped heavenly from the bouquet she held, and silently Gaucho sent a prayer to the Sun God that Johnny might well find it within himself to accept Gaucho's invitation. Where Gaucho was hard and rough, Johnny glistened with mouth-watering grace. Where Gaucho was strong and and oafish, Johhny was graceful and pristine.
Suddenly standing in the field, bathed in golden sunshine, Gaucho felt very foolish.
[@[Johnny]]
