Willoughby Lovelace
don't sleep through dreams
that can come true
that can come true
Heat brushed her pale cheeks. She needn't say to Galileo that she was new to these lands again, and therefore the creek's true meaning was beyond her until now. No, there was no need to patronize him with words. He seemed to be in a much better mood, so why ruin it? He repeats his opinion about the courts and royals, of their galas and events.
She would have liked to laugh. But any effort would make it forced and awkward. Truly, there was no greater joy in life than love and seeing others in love. But walking in on it when it was supposed to be private was another matter. Willoughby stared in near shock as the stallion proclaimed he would much rather be here.
With her.
Pretty she is called. But more than that, he calls her a woman. "You speak ill of such events" she regains her composure, almost shyly as she glances away "but I - I have never gone to one" her lashes fluttered downward as she dared speak it "I would not have minded the participation, but..." I have no one to go with.
She goes on as quickly, as quickly as he had throwing the words to her and continuing. "Well, it would be awful dull. Not finding you among the crowd."
@Galileo, let's go!
