Not knowing how to respond to Kahawa, Nimbus ignored her. Maybe she was still young and needed her father; maybe that would justify this temper tantrum she was throwing, although Nimbus could not deny he wronged her. Instead he turned his attention to the mare who was teasing him.
His ears perked and twitched with curiosity as her words twisted around him. "A type?," he started still wounded from Amour. "A type for what? I could care less about the color of your coat if that is what you're referring to..." He spoke teasingly at first, but succumbing to some gentleman inside him he added, "it was the intricate way your mind works which made me bring you here." He hadn't even realized the way their coats matched until now. What was really bothering Nimbus, though, was this secret. "And what might this secret be. Is it scandalous?" He asked them with a tired smile even if he despised being kept out of the loop. All he wanted to do was put the fight behind him.
Reality began to bleed away and Nimbus looked at the middle distance, wherever his eyes were comfortable. Thoughts of Amour drifted loftily away. Of course he could never forget him, he was done with him for the day. There was nothing more he could do today. He would mull over it until the moment he absolutely had to say something about it or act in response to the consequences of driving Amour away.
His name brought him back to reality; he left Amour behind in his subconscious. A request was asked of Nimbus which he could not protest. He did not want to deal with Kahawa's behavior, even though he himself could produce it given the circumstances. "Of course we can talk alone." His conversation with Kahawa seemed incomplete. It couldn't be left where it was. "Kahawa," he said gently. "We will figure out what we need to do in a moment. I don't blame you if you want to leave, but that is your decision."
With that he turned and paced away from her. He looked over his shoulder to the red speckled mare. "I'm ready for whatever you have to say." His words were carefully plucked from his vocabulary, because it really did take preparation to change moods like this. He had to organize the thoughts in his mind and compartmentalize the issues at hand. Amour was in the past, this was here and now. So what did she have to say?
Clydesdale mutt | stallion | 17.1hh | blue roan sabino | 5 years