His laugh rings as clear as a bell, and joyous in its openness, and she will not think of how it lifts her heart. She will not think of how bright his eyes look, either, or how easily he falls into familiarity with her mount: most of all, she will not think on that small twist of bitterness that comes at his comment. The only creature he needs to win over? What is she to make of that, if not a dismissal? Reason tells her it is likely no such thing; sense tells her that if it was, she would have no right to smart at it, for she has no claim on him and no just expectation for his affection. Indeed, did she not only last night think that she would more readily be free of such flirts and charming rakes as him?
And yet, there it is, that sly and coiling bitterness. Perhaps, she thinks with a certain wryness, Híril is not the only jealous creature in this stable.
"She is beautiful." Her smile has faded, her tone cooled a little, but she does mean what she says. The horse has little in common with the Mearas-bred beasts of the plains, but that does not make her any less of a worthy creature; only different. Clicking her tongue, she unloops Windfola's reins from the bar and leads him out of the stall. "And I would ill take you from her - though I think Windfola has her scent, a little. He may yet try to take her from you."
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Date: 2022-03-13 09:56 pm (UTC)And yet, there it is, that sly and coiling bitterness. Perhaps, she thinks with a certain wryness, Híril is not the only jealous creature in this stable.
"She is beautiful." Her smile has faded, her tone cooled a little, but she does mean what she says. The horse has little in common with the Mearas-bred beasts of the plains, but that does not make her any less of a worthy creature; only different. Clicking her tongue, she unloops Windfola's reins from the bar and leads him out of the stall. "And I would ill take you from her - though I think Windfola has her scent, a little. He may yet try to take her from you."