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She walked in moon dust,

but stars were sprinkled in her hair.

Melinda certainly was an odd one. Sure she may not get all flustered and red in the face when approached by one of the opposite sex, which didn't mean she didn't think they were handsome and easy on the eyes, she just hasn't had much interaction when it comes to men; stories her mother has told her don't count, Melinda felt it was better to experience it all herself and truth be told she didn't feel all fuzzy and overly head over heels as her mother would describe the feeling. She felt the same, perhaps a little happier so that was at least a good start, right?

He returned her little quip of words with his own and while he cringes, which she catches and frowns for a small moment before her smile is back, brighter than before. "Yes, we as people do have that honor. I'm sure the flowers must be jealous," she softly teases, amusement in her dark eyes to show she took no offense or thought his words stupid. He takes her hand in his, larger than her own petite one but he is gentle, turning her hand over and kissing the soft pale skin on the back; now this brought color to her cheeks, and a feeling she didn't quite understand. She tries to focus on his words after, and not the feeling of his lips still on her skin; it was hard to do but she manages. A Marquess? Noble blood, and higher than a Count or Countess in her case she recites in her mind.

At the offering of his arm she doesn't spare a second in stepping forward and slipping a hand around, tucking it securely into the crook of his arm; the action of it all brought her closer till she could feel his warmth against her skin, keeping a certain blush to her cheeks. She was glad for the questions he threw her way as she needed something to maintain her right state of mind. "I too have only just arrived my Lord Collington, so no apology is needed. This is my first day here in the castle actually and I'm glad your the first friendly face I've come across," she says as they walk, fighting back the urge to run down the cobblestone path as the flowers only seem to grow brighter and more beautiful the further they walk along the path, but then her attention is diverted by the lovely patch of roses growing and she comes to a stop, pausing to reach a hand out and pet the dark red petals; they were her favorite, not just because of the color but how perfectly positioned and sculpted they looked.

"Do you have a favorite?", she then questions out of the blue, taking her eyes off her hand as it continued it's delicate touching to glance upward at her companion.

Feray
Mare - 3 - mutt - buckskin varnish roan - 16.0hh
Beloved moonchild of Orhan & Carisa
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