galileo
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sober thoughts in drowning minds
Can someone change your life if you had only met them a handful of times?
Purple colouring danced against the dark green, dim backdrop of the forest. The light that managed to trickle through the boughs played daintily on her pelt, catching the cues in spectacular technicolour fashion. He hides his delight that he has found her again, and so soon after they had parted ways.
With a laugh, he shakes his head, the innocence of the woman making him question how dark a path he had tumbled down. Age truly did bring wisdom. Letting the tension leave his body, he relaxed as he realised nobody was here. The young horse could have walked in on some awkward scenes indeed.
When she brushes against him, his eyes flicker to her for a moment, and with a friendly smile, he bows his head gracefully.
"This," he begins, preparing himself to possibly explain the birds and the bees to her, "is where lovers come." He emphasises the word, raising his brow as he waits to see if she understands the hidden meaning implicit in his words.
"I believe they call it the Amare Creek. Famed for its natural beauty and, uh, well. Secluded spots, I suppose." In his typical matter of fact way, he shrugs his shoulders as he moves towards the creek itself, looking to drink some of the fresh spring water (as well as get a better look to see if anyone was around, and would get the wrong idea about the pair of friends.)
With another chuckle in between sips, he called out to her in his deep voice, "I can't believe you wandered here! Of all places! Come to think of it, I wandered here too. Must be an easy mistake to make, after all!"
Purple colouring danced against the dark green, dim backdrop of the forest. The light that managed to trickle through the boughs played daintily on her pelt, catching the cues in spectacular technicolour fashion. He hides his delight that he has found her again, and so soon after they had parted ways.
With a laugh, he shakes his head, the innocence of the woman making him question how dark a path he had tumbled down. Age truly did bring wisdom. Letting the tension leave his body, he relaxed as he realised nobody was here. The young horse could have walked in on some awkward scenes indeed.
When she brushes against him, his eyes flicker to her for a moment, and with a friendly smile, he bows his head gracefully.
"This," he begins, preparing himself to possibly explain the birds and the bees to her, "is where lovers come." He emphasises the word, raising his brow as he waits to see if she understands the hidden meaning implicit in his words.
"I believe they call it the Amare Creek. Famed for its natural beauty and, uh, well. Secluded spots, I suppose." In his typical matter of fact way, he shrugs his shoulders as he moves towards the creek itself, looking to drink some of the fresh spring water (as well as get a better look to see if anyone was around, and would get the wrong idea about the pair of friends.)
With another chuckle in between sips, he called out to her in his deep voice, "I can't believe you wandered here! Of all places! Come to think of it, I wandered here too. Must be an easy mistake to make, after all!"
@Galileo speaks
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