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He didn’t think he managed to impress her with his simple instruments. She was the one that had approached him though, and she couldn’t expect him to come up with intriguing things to entertain her. If he wasn’t exciting enough for her, she could leave! But he knew, as he inhaled her strangely attractive scent, that he wished for her to stay, if only for a little while longer. She wasn’t Salsola, but it didn’t have to mean that he couldn’t know her. Although he had been a sturdy loner as he worked on his apprenticeship in freetown, he’d never really… found many friends there.
A slight smile was drawn on his wolfish muzzle when she seemed to like the name as something temporary, at least. A nod was given, for he approved of the logic she displayed. Foal now, Horse later. Simple as he himself would have wanted it to be. As she reached for the tool in his hand, he fought the impulse lean away from her. He managed not to. ”Of course,” he muttered, smile still on his black lips, though somewhat uncertain. He didn’t feel uncomfortable though. He handed it to her, quietly hoping that their fingers were to touch.
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