Despite the seriousness of the moment – they were two young horses that had just faced one of the many obstacles in life they may very well face again – Hickere could not have stopped her lips from turning into a smile if she tried. It was not her normal exuberant grin that often broke across her maw but one that was softer and tender, calm and intimate. She swallowed, eyes falling almost shyly from his face and down his neck, to his chest. When had Hickere ever been shy?
“I’m not certain I can help but worry,” she said and lifted her eyes back to meet his, her smile stretching somewhat upwards. “It’s good that it doesn’t hurt.” She trailed off with a slight frown toward the wound, tone indicating she wasn’t certain how it couldn’t, and drifted just a step closer to him. Their bodies mere inches apart, she could feel the heat rising from his flesh and softly brushing across hers. It nearly made her shiver.
“Do stallions come here often like that?” She asked the question to distract herself from how badly her body wanted to be drawn closer to him and how her mind was suddenly curious as to what his skin would taste like if she were to put her lips to it. Swallowing, Hickere took a sharp inhale of breath and lifted her eyes up to his. She wondered… could he feel it? How she felt? The energy between them… Or at least what she felt must be energy, like a pull… It seemed to grow stronger every second they stood alone in this little winter clearing, the cold water brook bubbling away at their hooves.
But of course she was merely a young girl with a great infatuation; they hardly knew each other except by name.
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