The more the young filly spoke, the more Braemar was intrigued by her, and he found himself staring at her with rapt attention, ears pricked and dark eyes focused intently on her face. He’d never before met someone her age who acted so confident and… grown up. Perhaps she was older than she looked? A late bloomer, perhaps? But no, she’d just confirmed that she was too young to be thinking about boyfriends. Curious.
Braemar snorted with amusement and tossed his head at her pessimistic comment about love. When she told him this was her first time outside her own home, he looked at her with something like disbelief on his face. This girl got stranger and stranger. Mature as she acted, it appeared she’d been somewhat sheltered by her parents, whoever they were: if she was telling the truth. “Really?” he asked her, his tone making it clear what he thought of her claim. “Ya don’t need to lie to me, mate; your folks ain’t around as far as I can see. Ya know, I were a pro at sneakin’ out when I weren’t even weaned off me ma’s tit.”
He looked at her for a moment, considering something with the hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “But nah, nae girlfriend here. As ya said, love’s more trouble than it’s worth. You’re a smart lassie to know that already. But no love dinnae mean ya can’t have some fun, you ken?” Braemar tilted his head. “Why don’ we celebrate yer first outdoor excursion, eh? I can teach ya howae have fun, since yer folks obviously didn’t. What ya say? Wanna get innae some mischief?”
4; highland pony; dapple gray; 14.0hh |
