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Ayame's eyes narrowed slightly, and her features turned cat-like. Having spent a life-time with Sho (and what felt like a life-time with Myka), Ayame could tell when someone was hiding a 'secret agenda'. And Arson and both the horse obviously were. Now was not really a great time for Ayame to slowly be taught how to ride a horse. Not when she was (okay, she'd admit it) jealous of Myka for being so sarcastic and confident, as well as struggling to keep her emotions about Arson in control. Ayame really did feel like she was going to explode. She was so locked in her eternal conflict that Ayame didn't notice the water in Snow's trough ripple lightly, like it had been disturbed by a breeze. Finally, giving in, Ayame leaned close to Arson, and brushed her lips against his gently, being careful to keep her hair tucked neatly behind her ears. "Not particularly." Ayame admited after pulling away, not even the slightest hint of a blush on her cheeks. "But I don't really have a choice, do I?" She shrugged. "Show me what to do."

Ayame made a half-smirk, half-smile, her white teeth almost blinding. "Didn't expect that one, did you?" She thought smugly, then almost instantly scolded herself. Arson was a nice boy, a very nice boy. And it was wrong for her to tease him like that. "But maybe that's the problem I have with him." Ayame thought she she hoisted herself up into the saddle, and forced herself not to look down. "But he's so cute, and-NO! Bad brain! Very bad! He's just a friend." As if to reassure herself of that, Ayame smiled nervously down at Arson. "You have to catch me if I fall, okay?" She asked, trying to sound like it didn't really matter to her, even though she was scared to death. "If he's only a friend, why did you kiss him?" A snide voice in the back of her mind asked, but Ayame ignored it (also noting that the voice sounded a little like Myka, but that didn't mean anything, right?). Trying to smile, and pretending to be confident, Ayame patted Snow gingerly.

Ayame shrugged. "Ready as I'll ever be." She said weakly, trying to get her mind out of the gutter and focus on the fact that she was riding a horse. Or, to be correct, a pegasi. Gingerly, Ayame took the reins Arson had offered, noting that his fingers brushed against hers in a sort of accident-on-purpose sort of way, and also noting that he didn't blush. Well. That was new. Maybe Arson also had a little Myka voice inside his head, teasing and taunting him whenever he messed up. Because at this point, Ayame was quite sure that was what she had. A godd*mn little Myka voice. Shaking her head, Ayame pulled her thoughts away from how much she hated Myka, and tried to focus (once again) on the horse she was riding. "Wait! I don't really think I'm ready for flying today." Ayame told Arson, although she had to admit (at least to herself) that the idea of flying was certainly...entertaining to say the least. Flying was usually associated with freedom, and freedom was something Ayame hadn't felt in a long, long time. Still, today was the first time EVER that Ayame had been on a horse. Didn't it make sense to take things nice and easy? Or was she just being a coward? Ayame bit her lip. Why was life never simple once you passed the age of ten?

It was good that Ayame wasn't a screamer, otherwise the entire camp would have probably gone deaf. But, Ayame wasn't a screamer. Instead, she just gripped the reins tightly with numb hands, her eyes the size of dinner plates. "Arson, you are so dead once we get back on the ground." She muttered, not caring if Arson heard her or not. Right now, Ayame was pissed, scared, and awkward. Not a very good combination. She thought about closing her eyes, but...it really was beautiful soaring through the sky, even though, in reality, Snow wasn't flying that high off the ground. Slowly, Ayame's grip on the reins loosened and her tense shoulders relaxed slightly. "This is...nice." She thought, smiling slightly. She turned around again, and sighed happily. "Well, I guess I should say thanks. If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have done anything except walk around on the horse in circle on the ground." Absentminedly, Ayame reached for Arson's hand, and laced her fingers through his. "Thank you." Now that Ayame had gotten over (most of) her fear, she allowed her thoughts to drift wherever they wanted. Which probably wasn't such a good idea, since Ayame's thoughts wanted to think about Arson. "Should I just admit that I like him already? But I already told him. Didn't I? So now what do I do?" She wondered as she bit her lip. Gods, Ayame couldn't remember the last person she'd has a crush on. Probably some popular jock back in middle school. But she had a feeling this was slightly different. "Hey, Arson?" She called, leaning forward slightly, and very much so aware of the fact that her chest was pressing against his back. Blushing slightly, and trying to ignore that fact, Ayame continued. "I actually, honestly, really like you, and I think I already told you that. But..." Her fingers tightened around his slightly. "I don't really know how to act around boys, other than as friends. And I know I can be a bit mean sometimes. So, I'm sorry if I'm a b*tch to you. And I'm sorry for repeating myself, because I know I told you that before as well..." Embarrassed, Ayame trailed off, and focused on the sky instead, letting the bright sun blind her eyes, making them water.

(Sorry, short post T.T)

"That's good." Ayame admitted, shutting her eyes and tilting her head back so that her hair glowed gold in the sun. "Because I could get used to being a bit of a b*tch around you, and always feeling awkward, and blushing almost constantly. Besides, I don't think you act like a total girl around me. You just act slightly unmanly!" Opening her eyes, Ayame smiled down at their intertwined hands and fell silent for several minutes, just enjoying the feelings that flying awoke in her. Like freedom, and happiness, and just a sort of sense of peace. Kinda like what had happened earlier in the day when she had controlled the creek. Only slightly toned down. Speaking of earlier in the day...where had Sho and Myka gone? A slight smirked play at the edges of Ayame's full lips, and she leaned forward again, her breath ghosting against Arson's ear. "Hey, did you notice that Sho and Myka were totally infatuated with each other?" She asked him, a slight ripple of laughing in her voice. "Or am I just imagining things?"

Ayame's smile turned into a complete and utter smirk. "Yes, only slightly unmanly." A sudden gust of wind blew Ayame's full mane of hair every which way and she struggled to blow her now messy hair out of her eyes. No such luck. Sighing, Ayame let go of Arson's hand, and began combing her hair back into place with her fingers. Her smirk only widened when Arson spoke. "It was, actually, very amazing. But then again, Sho isn't really big on public displays of affection, so maybe it's not that strange that the two of them managed to control themselves while we were eating. That isn't to say that they aren't off making out in some hidden little part of camp..." Ayame trailed off and was silent for a minute before before her eyes narrowed and she burst out laughing. "Oh my Gods, they're at the creek!" She explained between bursts of laugher, wrapping her arms tightly around Arson's waist since she was still afraid of falling off. "This is just too perfect! I thought we made Sho feel awkward last night when we made him dress up like a girl, but this is even better! Screw Myka, I am never going to let them hear the end of this!" Ayame tilted her head back, still laughing, the sunlight dancing off the diamond post in her nose. "Now all we need to do is hook your sister up with someone, and things will be perfect."

Ayame wanted to take Arson's hand again, but decided against it. That would just be too awkward. Sighing, and letting the last of her laughter die away, she composed herself again and frowned slightly at Arson's comment about Ivy. "Is she into girls then?" Ayame asked, not meaning to pry or be rude, but just genuinely curious. A minute later, when Ayame realized what she had asked, she blushed. "Sorry!" Ayame said hastily. "I didn't mean to be rude. I mean...sorry. That was an uncalled for question." She trailed off, and bit her lip. "But you're right. She totally has played match-maker with us, which I can't say I'm totally okay with." Shrugging, Ayame let the matter drop. A part of her wanted to go find Sho and Myka, and tease them until Sho's ears were red (Ayame had a feeling Myka wouldn't really care regardless of what happened, or what Ayame said), a part of her was nearly dying with hunger, and another part of her was debating the pros and cons of dragging Arson around with her, no matter where she went. Making a split second decision, Ayame turned to Arson. "Hey, I'm hungry again, and that orange didn't do much in the way of filling me up. Wanna go get something else to eat?" Dimly, a part of Ayame remembered that boys liked girls who were slender and skinny, and rarely ate at all, but she shrugged this off. Ayame didn't care what Arson thought of her. Okay, that was a lie. She did care what Arson thought of her. She just didn't care if Arson thought she was fat or not. Because one look at Ayame would make it obvious she wasn't.