WC: 421. Pp permission allowed. We're on FIRE. Two threads archived in one day. -high five-
The girl had felt small again when the colt had played with her dress, and blew warm air into her face. He would surely grow bigger than she in no time at all. Giselle followed behind the pair, and breathed deeply when they were outside once more. Still, her eyes could not help but wander around the empty field, poised for signs of danger. But with Silvano and his colt there, she felt somewhat safer, but only just. Quietly she followed them, until she walked side by side with the male, though at a safe distance. She had paused as they approached the pasture, and waited until the creature's halter was removed before the pale princess faked a small expression of sadness. "Oh dear, that would be terrible," noting as she shook her head once.
Seeing the colt's distress and need to run, the young woman quickly stepped forward and took the colt's head with both hands, lifting it up. "Aww, but we wouldn't want the little colt to go hungry, do we?" She said in a small, caring voice, glanced up at Silvano with a small smile. Heritage only responded by shifting his head away from her grip, tossing it impatiently. Smiling, she stepped back as Silvano released the colt, and in no time he disappeared in a cloud of dust. Giselle watched him gallop in circled, whinnying gratefully, before retreating to the kitchens for the horse's treat. Keeping her promise to refill the Manor's stock of the fruit, she returned with a few in hand.
When the dark haired girl did return, however, she stopped at a distance from the pasture to watch Silvano having gone in with the colt, running with the eager creature and attempting to chase him to no avail. The time for them to bond was then, and it seemed that the two had forgotten the world they were in when man and beast formed their friendship, a little bit at a time. Giselle knew of its importance, knowing how many days and nights she spent to understand her coffee colored stoat. It felt as if the Dreamer girl had watched for some time until Tux grew bored and squealed up at her. Blushing with embarrassment, she quickly strode to the open gate, and gently placed the apples in the grass. With one last grin at both the male and his horse, she offered a hand for her companion to climb upon, and walked away in the direction of the Manor with a lighter heart.
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