[/html]She flashed a small grin when he announced that he had missed her as well, but she became more excited--this was shown through the faint but definite wagging of her tail--as she finally stepped away from the borders, and she had to yet again stifle the impulse to dash to him. She was a sensible creature, she would tell herself, but that all but seemed forgotten whenever she was in his prescene. She did not move as Skoll touched her shoulder, but did watch from the corner of her vision as they trailed down her arm--the weaker one, she noted absentmindedly--and once his fingers brushed against her own, she did not hesitate to wrap her dark-hued hand around the bright paw.
She listened patiently as he started off. While she usually had little to say, he was always filled with new things to say, and after so long, she had truly begun to take keen interest in the happens in his life. She nearly squeaked as he poked her stomach playfully, but managed to keep quiet and roll her eyes, but kept the smile on her face. Like it'd be possible for a cripple like her to go against him, even when she was flailing a knife; it would hardly be a fair battle. The girl became more attentive at the mention of Hwin, and nodded quietly at the mention of the stud and future warhorses. She was about to add something when he suddenly gave her a messy kiss on her muzzle, and she could not contain the soft squeal that escaped her, and she immediately brushed off the excess spit with her other arm. Again, the rising urge to dislike him rose, but when she looked up and saw that goofy smile on his face, she sighed and grinned.
"If it's any consolation, I'm soaked," she stated pointedly, and tried to give a hard squeeze in return--but, with the lack of strength in her arm, it merely came out as a soft one. "Besides that, I'm fine. Nothing much is happening back at home, still, so there isn't much to talk about." At least that was true; Salsola indeed held nothing exciting for her at that moment, but then again, she would never asked for anything else but for peace. Thinking of the thisle kingdom brought up her earlier dilemma to mind, whether or not she was this or that, and she suddenly fell quiet--a different kind of silence that wasn't like her usual one. Her hand felt like lead as it was held by the caring, unknowingly lied to hand, but she did not dare let it slip out from the hold. At least she knew one thing for sure: that she liked him, liked him a lot, and nothing would change that.
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