Lady Luck must have been smiling on him today, for every word and smile he offered the mare had its intended effect. She was like putty, letting him mold her any way he chose. Deciding to chance his luck even further, Braemar inched a little closer and caught a whiff of her scent, sweet and heady. The season was upon them, and with the way things were going, well… He would have to wait and see if he played his cards right.
If not, there were other ways.
With his heart racing, and his head swimming from his proximity to her, it was a struggle to think clearly and remember the right things to do and say. For a few moments, Braemar could only stare at her with an odd sort of smile, as if he had stumbled across a particularly rare and beautiful flower. Finally he remembered himself, and gave his thick mess of a mane a shake.
“Thea, eh? A lush name for a lush lass,” he replied with a wink. “Name’s Braemar. Don’t worry about rolling the Rs - naw every accent can be as fine as mine, ya ken?” He wheezed with laughter. “So where ya from, then, Thea?”
4; highland pony; dapple gray; 14.0hh |
