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Giselle Fantasia · 07-19-2011, 11:48 AM

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This is mah horse, mah horse is amaaazing. WC: 559

Her heart skipped a beat at the creature's reaction, which caused her to take a step back, but a smile remained on her face nonetheless. She looked at the golden figure with large ears before her, and the naivety of her expression only saw his approval, too, and not what troubled him deep down. A childish giggle escaped her as the stranger explained, but her attention quickly went back to the horse with his nose inches from her.

She felt her small companion tense up on her shoulders, which cased her to gasp, lift her hands towards herself and curl her fingers, as if she were afraid to touch the horse. That is, until the male had given her permission in the form of a question. "Yes, I'd love to~" The comment seemed to come from the heart, pure and unfaltering. Giselle's once tentative hands reached out for Viggo's large nose, and her expression melted into a form of pure happiness, face aglow with mirth. 'Elle remembered that it was the same way she reacted to the knight's strong black horse, too, all those days ago.

For just that moment, and then a few more, 'Elle had forgotten about the last, and most important, statement from the stranger. She was transfixed on the horse itself, and felt how powerful the horse was even through its muzzle. The young girl in the sunlit dress could not help but move further forward, and Tux's own concern and unease drew him back towards the ground. Giselle did not seem to notice the lack of weight on her shoulders now, to her she seemed to be losing herself into another world entirely. Hands stroked the creature's muzzle gently, ready to draw back at any moment, as if she were touching fire. Her own bright eyes were fixed to the creature's dark ones, and the girl's light touch drew back strands of his mane from the center of his nose, where she saw the bridge marked with a splash of white. Wrapped up in a whirl of emotions, Giselle's own hair fell forward as, drawn by something she couldn't explain, she closed her own eyes and leaned her forehead against the bridge of Viggo's nose ever so gently.

But reality washed over her and interrupted the enchanting moment, and she opened her eyes and drew back from the horse slightly, but slowly. It just occurred to the young Dreamer that she had forgotten all about formalities, as she had her eyes set on the large creature. A blush rose in her cheeks, and Giselle could not hide the sudden embarrassment that crept onto her features. "Oh.." She was startled, mostly at herself, and daintily took a step towards the male, looking as if she were a pup who had done something wrong and were about to be scolded. "I'm sorry," She breathed towards him, her gaze meeting his, apologizing for not having paid attention to something as simple as a greeting. And yet here she was, petting a horse whose name she didn't know, owned by a stranger she was equally unfamiliar with. Extending her hand towards the golden one, she smiled meekly. "I'm Giselle, of Crimson Dreams. It's a pleasure to meet you, kind sir~" Below them, the stoat rolled his beady eyes, not used to the lack of attention his caretaker gave.

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