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Fawn-like steps are taken quietly, emerald gaze following the movements of the beautiful equine. The young woman remains quiet, unwilling to spook such a delicate balance of nerves. But excitement is unsurpassed . . . she had gotten lost, not so unusual for one such as her.
Cinnamon strands of short lengths were drapped catoclismically about her face . . . and a battle was raging within her. Would her promise to Keelin be broken? Would trying to 'communicate' with this handsome creature be dubbed, 'trouble'. A silent step was taken, sleek curve of her body now fully visible to the approaching beast . . . still remaining still.
Let this creature be the one to decide if he was to apply 'duck and run' tactics. For she was a mischief maker, an innocent bystander. A grin at the thought . . .
Who said that?
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