Braylen is surprised when the girl accepts his apology so willingly. Perhaps it was because he always expected the worse answers that left him surprised every time. Letting out a heavy breath, allowing the warm air to drift like a cloud against her skin, Braylen clearly relaxes next to her. "Thank you" he says softly before he finally moved to stand closer. Should she remain where she was the entire length of them would be pressed together to share warmth and comfort.
The young stallion has no more words but thoughts churn strongly through his mind. The idea of a family of his own, of love and security such as his father had with his herd and his mother has in the Peak dominated Braylen's mind. He wonders if Isobel would like that too when the seasons had passed that made them another year older, wiser and more responsible to each other as a herd should be. Braylen knew he would need to speak to Hickere and Georgiana about this as well but Isobel was the first mare to create his herd. She should be the first to hear this topic.
Pulling his nose away from her neck where it had been resting, Braylen now tries to find the words to start the subject that was now heavy upon his mind. "I'm not sure how old you are, but you cannot be any younger than I." He says softly, again watching her face for any answers she might want to give. "I chose not to have any children this year because I did not feel old enough; mature enough. But I think when the seasons pass and the chance arrives again that I am ready for the responsibility it will bring. You are the first mare that chose to stay with me and I want you to be the first to make that decision." He said, his tone remaining soft and quiet.
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