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07-12-2013, 01:34 PM
An ear tilted to listen as he spoke, and it was all the young mare could do to not sigh in exasperation. Aaron was so serious all the time now, it made her miss the day they'd played in the river, not all so very long ago. But she didn't pull away when he reached to brush his muzzle against her cheek, instead she leaned into him, bending her head back to nip at his mane again.
Her distracted position kept her from noticing Mirage's approach, but the quiet murmur of the Weyrleader's name from Aaron's throat had the young grulla looking around. Her blue eyes caught upon the soft glimmer of gold from the elder mare's eyes and neck, making it easier to focus on the other mare that blended so easily into the darkness otherwise. The simple acknowledgement and praise for her words had Kimber arching her neck slightly, pleased to have Mirage notice her in such a way. But it was a fleeting moment of quiet pride, abandoned in order to press her muzzle against her friend's neck in silent support.
When Mirage leaned closer, reaching out to touch Aaron, then her, Kimber returned the gesture with a fleeting smile. It was hard not to notice the difference in the Dragonheart today, tonight, whichever it really was. It seemed that now was a time for honest emotions shared amidst friends in mutual support, and the words shared in advice were greatly appreciated, the small secrets revealed cherished for the trust they showed. Her gaze flitted back, catching the painted stallion's return glance in the wake of his revealing of his truest worries. An impish little smile curved her lips. "You don't have to grow up if you don't want to. You only grow up when you really want to, because even in hard times, its not that hard to find the good things." He should know as much, knowing her. She had held on to youthful enthusiasm and simple joys long after her counterparts had abandoned them to take on responsibilities they felt they had to take. Even when she'd begun to take on responsibilities of her own, she refused to let them change her too dramatically. So she had changed, she supposed, but not because times had made her, but because she'd wanted to.
Her distracted position kept her from noticing Mirage's approach, but the quiet murmur of the Weyrleader's name from Aaron's throat had the young grulla looking around. Her blue eyes caught upon the soft glimmer of gold from the elder mare's eyes and neck, making it easier to focus on the other mare that blended so easily into the darkness otherwise. The simple acknowledgement and praise for her words had Kimber arching her neck slightly, pleased to have Mirage notice her in such a way. But it was a fleeting moment of quiet pride, abandoned in order to press her muzzle against her friend's neck in silent support.
When Mirage leaned closer, reaching out to touch Aaron, then her, Kimber returned the gesture with a fleeting smile. It was hard not to notice the difference in the Dragonheart today, tonight, whichever it really was. It seemed that now was a time for honest emotions shared amidst friends in mutual support, and the words shared in advice were greatly appreciated, the small secrets revealed cherished for the trust they showed. Her gaze flitted back, catching the painted stallion's return glance in the wake of his revealing of his truest worries. An impish little smile curved her lips. "You don't have to grow up if you don't want to. You only grow up when you really want to, because even in hard times, its not that hard to find the good things." He should know as much, knowing her. She had held on to youthful enthusiasm and simple joys long after her counterparts had abandoned them to take on responsibilities they felt they had to take. Even when she'd begun to take on responsibilities of her own, she refused to let them change her too dramatically. So she had changed, she supposed, but not because times had made her, but because she'd wanted to.
