Though she had already been certain of it, when the painted stallion introduced himself as Bacardi, she felt that small prickle of guilt in her conscience. She knew there had been some past misunderstanding between he and her father, but that was the extent of it. With the painted stallion being quite amiable (now that he was not surprised by her trespassing, that was), Sidra wondered why that was. She felt a hope stir inside her, that maybe she might help mend whatever this issue was that lay between them, even if she didn’t know how she would do so.
Something in her mind whispered… The only reason you want to do that is so you can come to the Forest and see him more! She felt her pale cheeks flush somewhat warmly. That wasn’t it at all! An added bonus, perhaps, but her father often spoke of how much he missed the way Luthien was once more united.
Would you like to see more of it? He asked, and Sidra blinked with surprise as she looked at him. It was clear he wasn’t joking, and her heart warmed at his welcoming nature. Her signature kind smile took over her lips as she nodded and admitted happily, “I would love that very much.”
She tried to consider what her father might say if he happened to be patrolling the Prairie border nearby and smelled her scent tangled with Bacardi’s, but decided for once in her life to go against the grain and do something she wanted to do. Something for her. Sidra took a step forward, closer to him, her gold-lined ears pressed attentively forward. “Thank you, Bacardi.” It felt nice to say his name… it almost made her want to smile shyly.
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