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02-27-2014, 06:51 PM
HANNELORE
I'm a space bound rocket ship & your heart is the moon.
I'm a space bound rocket ship & your heart is the moon.
The yearling noticed his look of "yeah, right" and felt her body temperature rise, blushing if she could. She slowly looked down, her eyes welling up a bit. She was rather embarrassed and felt ashamed almost. As he slowly moved toward her, she felt her heart race a little quicker. She watched his wings extend as he moved closer. When he stopped about a foot away from her, she looked up into his eyes. They were sharp green, like hers. She smiled and felt her temperature return back to normal, the blushing had stopped. And she was reminded of how cold it was again and she shivered. As the stallion, Note, spoke to her in the voice that she found so soothing, the urge to smile teased her but she refrained. Up until the small laugh accompanied the last words of his sentence! A small smile shaped her lips and she glanced down again as she felt her temperature rise once more. Her heart skipped a small beat when she caught herself thinking about him leave her. As he spoke again, she looked quickly back up to his eyes, the smile still on her lips. "Or you can stick with me," he spoke. Something in her stirred and she was, what, excited? She stared into the stallion's eyes for a moment, her mouth falling a little open. As soon as he extended his wing toward her, she leaned back, slightly nervous about his large wing. But as she realized he was extending it to her, excitement rose in her chest again and she smiled up at him. She took a small step toward Note and extended her head out toward his chest and nuzzled him as to say "thank you". She trudged through the thick snow toward his side, the side with the wing extended. She raised her head up and ran her plush nose along his soft feathers, exploring their texture. Not knowing the boundaries or anatomy of a horse's wing (pegasus's wing), she quickly lowered her nose, suddenly afraid she would damage the seemingly delicate appendage.
She moved her rump over, side stepping to line up, side to side. The feeling of his large, warm side against her frail, small side was shocking to her and she secretly enjoyed it more than she probably should have. She smiled even bigger and nuzzled her small head into Note's warm shoulder. She felt much better; safe, warm.. happy. She sighed heavily, feeling weightless. "Thank you so much, Note..." Her voice was soft and gentle, much prettier than her cold, shaky words before. As she settled into his side, she felt the rumble of the stallion's words as he spoke. She felt surprisingly at ease with Note, she had even forgotten all about the cat, Sabel, and for a minute she wondered why she felt so comforted by a stranger stallion. But he wanted to know her name. What was so important about a name? Was it really that big of a deal? It's not like the stallion would know her history just by a silly name. She thought for a moment, seriously considering lying and presenting him with a fake name. She swallowed, knowing she wasn't good at lying in the first place. The smile slowly disappeared. "My name is Hannelore." Her voice tone changed a bit, sounding ashamed of her name. After all, it was the name her mother gave her. She sniffled softly and snuggled back into his shoulder, forgetting the cold world around her.
ooc; Yay, this is so fun! :)
