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She’s probably thought it over a hundred times by now, but the silence was truly maddening. The world around was in constant motion while she was stuck in the inbetween, always watching from her self made post as everybody around her smiled and went about their lives. She could do it too, right? Yet the fear of venturing too far out of her familiar grounds left little to be desired or wanted, which was why it had taken her until now to finally make that first step.

What a first step indeed, she snorted, lifting her head from it’s slight downward curve to take a quick look around until her sea green eyes fell on the awkward approach of the young male who seemed to have answered her call by coming to her side. If he had called back to her, then she was sorry to say it had gone unheard but at least she acknowledges his presence by turning her body to face him and give him her full undivided attention. This male acted much different than that of that brute who’d stormed her beach home. That one she was ready to throw down with, but this guy was just about as nervous as Bell felt being so far from home.

She softens her hardened features her mother had done well to train upon her face, that indifferent face that gave way to nothing and invited no trouble unless she wanted it. He was safe, so far. Her eyes just barely catch his lips moving, ears slanting towards him on their own usual rhythm as she tracks the way his lips form words she wished she could hear.

“Spring is good?,” she’s rather unsure on how to respond, it was like commenting on the weather, but she makes sure to space out her words accordingly regardless of how she felt about answering him. “Winter is best,” Bellona offers him a teasing grin, this colt shaking where he stands as if the very idea of talking to a girl was the last thing he willingly wanted to do; his effort though was enough to gauge her interest and pull her from the boring tone she’d set for herself earlier.

“Scared of me?”, she tilts her head with the question, tempted to reach out and into the air between them to perhaps touch noses like she’d seen her parents greet each other all the time, but thinks better better of it by hiding the motion with a quick lazy stretch and rubbing her face against a front leg to give the boy time to recoup.