Frey was doing his best to bite back the anxiety that was rising in his chest. How was he ever meant to even speak to a girl if he didn’t practice? Immediately, Frey’s mind flickers-- could he impress her? Would she be impressed with him ever at this rate? Had he already fucked up. Shit… shit shit shit! Maybe he’d already fucked up. The young stallion’s mind raced.
But damn, she’s pretty. Frey can hear the thought echoing in his head, and once again, tries to stifle it. Manners, manners boy. Right. Manners.
She doesn’t bite-- a smile cracks Frey’s face, one that’s warm and… what was that expression, even? Frey what are you doing with your face? A chuckle resonates from his chest, something comfortable and bold. Where he stands beside the young woman, maybe… just maybe he’s starting to relax. Her joking, her relaxed presence in a moment like this, it was enough to break the ice. For that, the sooty man is grateful. “If that’s the case, I promise I don’t either,” a soft glimmer in his eye, eyebrows quirking up for just a moment. Mischief.
The girl came closer, and Frey’s pulse quickened once more. Though he doesn’t yet understand the reason she moves close, her proximity is-- aaaa. She speaks of adventure, and that’s the moment when his head comes up. “Do you want to go exploring together?” Frey still knows not of the workings of this world, or the fact that one of the sons of the Lagoon may be less than welcome in some places. Still, there’s a kind heart in his chest. Adventure, how absolutely exciting. His ears flickered, and there’s clear excitement on his face and in his tone.
She speaks of her parents, and for a moment Frey is nearly jealous. Though his freedom is something that brings him to life, the lack of guidance and support leaves him longing for connection. “Maybe they’d feel better if you didn’t go alone,” Frey is, of course, volunteering himself. “Safety in numbers, and all that,” he quickly corrects-- he wouldn’t want her to think that he thought she wasn’t capable. Stupid, stupid, stupid, get your hoof out of your mouth. Maybe Frey was bargaining for more time by her side already.
Her question leaves his head quirked to the side for just a moment, thinking. Would Rade lose his hearing? The boss was getting old, these days, and maybe Frey wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Still, he shakes his head. “I don’t think so, not yet. Have you?” There’s a curiosity, and Frey wonders why she asks. Still, he fears he’s talked too much already… no. No he would shut up for now and let her speak.
two. friesian x. sooty red roan. 17.3Hh.
Tyr x Kvothe
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