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Amitiel watched and listened, he was very good at both. A silent observer most had called him, others had started legends and myths around the fact that many of the Angeni would observe rather than participate in life.... was that what he did? What would happen if he tried to take something for himself for once?

He didn't have the answered to such questions and so stored them in the back of his mind for a later date.

Satisfied by her answer about not wanting to lie to those she liked he simply replied, in that 'matter-o-factly' tone of his, "I like you too." he didn't add that he couldn't lie, too many used that inability to their advantage, and Amitiel didn't like to feel disadvantaged.... especially not while sat beside such a pretty mare.

He chuckled at her reaction, not a laughing at her noise but a laugh that said he was happy. "It is true we do not know each other very well. Perhaps a game is in order?" He turned to look at her again, a soft smile peeled upon his lips.

Amitiel had never played the game but had heard of others using it as a 'get to know you' tool, especially when having problems with mates or friendship. Usually the game was about identify what you knew about the other but he would use it to learn more about her. "I will ask you ten questions and you can ask me ten questions.... if we both answer honestly" Although I have no choice but to... "Then we will end up being less strangers? What do you think?"

Nodding in agreement, a slight case of nerves Amitiel started to spout out his ten questions.

"One. Do you have a mate? Two. What is your faviourite food? Three. What is your secret passion or goal in life? Four. Why did you come here when you moved? Five. Name one thing you hate or dislike above all others. Six. What do you usually do for fun? Seven. Would you want foals one day? Eight. Are you a member of a herd? Nine. Do you believe in the value of truth? Ten. How could I find you after we part ways today?" Then he sat and waited for her reply.

Again he scented no lies from her. Interesting.... they where already midflow into a conversation with no lies at all.

Smiling he listened to her answers, so far he was pleased. Though he didn't like the idea of only finding her by meeting her here -what he wanted to find her at any other time? He could bring that up later.

But... for now, he owed her answers. "No. Yes. Skinwalkers," the word came out with a growl before he controlled himself and continued, "I like cats. Carrots. No. Most definatly. No, I have never been given a nickname. It felt right. Whenever you wish m'lady." He answered all the questions honestly, crisp short answers since he knew elaborating would cause him to forget what she had asked, and since she had done so well with his he didn't want to risk it.

But now that he was finished he had time to consider what he had said. He had told her it had felt right to kiss her -not a lie, but the idea of admitting it made him want to blush in a similar manner to her own earlier.

Not sure how she would react to his answers he looked into her eyes, trying to gage her reaction. Waiting, patiently waiting.....

Amitiel was stunned by her words and actions. So much so that he was sure it was clear on his face -maybe his mouth was even hanging open? He couldn't tell... he was too stunned to control himself let alone decide what he was doing in his state of disorder.

Still... the kiss was... nice. Sweet and innocent just like the mare that had gifted it.

Stunned and speachless he just watched her for several moments, a small smile sneaking its way upon his lips. If she wanted to play this 'game', of secret kisses and soft flirting then he would play back... again, his lack of experience seemed a big down side but still he went with his instincts as he asked, "May I kiss you Caoimhe?" He did not intend to kiss her on the cheek this time.

Amitiel watched her for a moment, taking in her simplistic beauty, the way the nearly risen sun sent hues of pink and orange upon her normally white pelt. Stunning. Beautiful.

Almost to the point that Amitiel was nervous about what he had requested, he knew that Angeni's were meant to be graceful, confident and event arrogant at times yet he couldn't bring himself to be much of either option. Instead he felt like a nervous foal... setting out on adventure for the first time.

Trying to kep his composure and his nerve alike he moved with purpose, slow steady movements as his head inched closer and closer to her own.

He was close, their breaths mingled he could feel her heat, her warmth... the gentliness and kindness that made up the creature before him. Yes, as their warm breaths mingled he could feel what made up Caoimhe.

Then, he closed the distanced completely. His lips gently pressing against hers as he kissed her.

It was just a brief kiss, gentle and soft, and over all too soon in Amitiels mind as he pulled away and turned his attention to the sunrise as it finished its climb in the sky. He wasn't embarrassed about kissing her, but he wasn't sure he wanted to see the look on her face.... was he a good kisser? This green Angeni with no experience with the opposite sex?

Caoimhe's words confused him, Amitiel hadn't walked away he had simply turned his attention from her to the sunrise... perhaps to her turning away from her was the equivalent to walking away? "I am deeply sorry," Amitiels strong voice boomed, he almost didn't recognise it. He knew that alot of the time he came across as stubborn and confident, but around this mare he felt suddenly very different.

His brow furrowed as he tried to think, he had taken her first kiss? Stolen it with no commitment just a desire to do so. How could he do such a thing? Spoil an innocent like that?

Frustrated at himself but not wishing to upset her he turned back with a smile and nudged her back, wondering if she was trying to comfort him -was she worried that he regretted or? Or maybe that he didn't like it? Feeling a need to reassure her he said, "Yes, wonderful. Please forgive my rudeness.... I...." He tried to think of the best way to say it, but there was nothing other than blunt truth. "I was afraid you would disapprove."

Amitiels heart stopped, his breath caught. She was going to leave -he had upset her to the point she couldn't bare to stand his company any longer.

Guilt and pain riddled their way through his body as he watched her, what should he do? Usually he would have made no effort to go after someone when they decided to leave, but knowing that he was the reason she was upset did not sit well with Amitiel. No, it was quite the opposite -he was annoyed and frustrated with himself to the point that he vowed to himself that he would try his best to make her smile again.

Standing up as swiftly as his large figure could manage he moved to her side and spoke in his strong voice, "Do not leave Caoimhe!" He wanted to see her smile -he reminded himself of that fact as he spoke again, "Please....." He knew he was close to begging, "...I did not mean to upset you." Then he realised that nothing he said could remove the pain from her eyes....

...no, Amitiel had to show her!!

And so, acting on impulse and instinct he moved in swiftly and kissed her again, this time not about to enjoy the closeness of her, the way their breath mingled. No, this time it was more demanding yet soft as a silent sorry as his mouth begged for her forgiveness. Pulling back he looked at her, pain in his eyes -pain at seeing her hurting because of him. "I will not stop you leave, but please no that I do not regret kissing you.... I thought you may have regretted it. For hurting you I apologise with all my heart. Please... forgive me."

Amitiel waited, his heart in his mouth beating in desperation as it tried to leave his body. Yes, he waited.... and then the words she said nearly broke it. She had believed he was upset, that was what had caused her to flee... she had believed he was ashamed of what he had done. In a small way.... he was, but that was because he was ashamed of stealing her first kiss. He should have asked, courted her.... not just stole it. Yet, Amitiel didn't regret it. The conflicting emotions made him even more confused than he had been when she walked away.

She deserved an answer, so honest as always he said; "You are mistaken m'lady, I regret not the kiss but stealing your first. He took a deep breath, watching her, gaging her responce as he relentlessly continued. He had opened this can of worms and knew the lid would not return until he had bared his soul to her. "Part of me did not want to see the look on your face after I kissed you the first time... worried you would not accept it, or enjoy it."

There... he said it. And now, he waited.