The young boy can feel the gilded filly's relief, it seems as this is all that she had wanted. For someone to listen to her speak of her parents, and the beliefs she now questions. A smile plays at the edges of his pink lips, then she whispers a simple Thank you. "You are welcome." Then he pauses and continues. "What are friends for?" He could not help but feel a warmth growing, this was his first actual friend. Then she does something peculiar.
His eyes take on a questioning look as she closes the distance between them and offers an embrace. Well, more like took an embrace. As she exhales a breath, he sighs as well. He closes his crystal eyes, he enjoys this act of kindness. Since his mother's disappearance he has not had much interaction or affection from another.
Too quickly it ends, she takes a step back. They both exchange shy smiles, a bit of heat crawls into Björn's speckled cheeks. Sorry He tilts his head at her apology. Then she offers her name. Avangeline. "I'm Björn." His smile spreads across his pink lips, it warms his crystal blue eyes. "Your name, it is so pretty. It suits you." He offers, then as he begins to think about what he had just said he becomes embarrassed. Had he just told a girl she was pretty?