Willoughby Lovelace
don't sleep through dreams
that can come true
that can come true
"Lovers?" she echoes, slow realization dawning on her features. Willoughby flustered, glancing this way and that, expecting to magically see someone or some equines here. Anyone other than the pair of them. "oh" she says it simply at first before heat seeks her cheeks "oh, my." She slowly backs away, her feathers ruffling.
Galileo chuckles, twisting away from her to drink at the creek. Willoughby isn't sure what to make of the situation. She is not squeamish when talk rolls to romance, but she has not exactly rolled in the hay so... haphazardly. There was a whole location for lovers to come do their, ah, business? What else was Novus hiding from her?
And why did the creek reveal itself to her now, of all times?
She had strolled through Ruris casually before. Never did she come in this direction. Perhaps the gods did not wish her to come. Perhaps they hid it from her view. So, again, why now? She glances at Galileo as he admits he strolled here too without thinking. Her pale cheeks heat up again, and she glances away. He calls it a mistake.
She is not sure.
Nothing is ever a mistake to the maiden. "W-Well" she tries to smooth her feathers "Novus seems to be lacking in that, um, department" the vacancy of this region alone "if we are the only ones here" she also attempts to joke, but it falls flat to her ears. "perhaps there is a grand event going on elsewhere."
Politics, events, festivals... Even war - it sounded much more thought-out than strolling into Amare Creek. Alone. She was just glad that Galileo did not think her to be the type of woman to require a stranger for a partner. "I... am glad it was you" Willoughby states softly "t-that found me here, of course."
@Galileo, let's go!
