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Nodding she could see the lake in her mind on the days it was sunny. “First thing in the morning tis always misty, and the sunlight glitters down through it like misty fingers dropping bits of the sun into the water to be swallowed and saved till night comes.”Then it was the moon’s turn to dance on the water’s surface. His laugh was a merry one and that was pleasing to her ears. “Twice? Oh you poor soul! Watch the widow’s long reach and fear her yielding tresses.” She tease and thought of her own mishaps. “When I was young I was captured one in a tree root after tripping, though never as an adult. This is far too much a part of my body and I have no things like unsteady winds under me to toss me off kilter.”

Bowing again she hopped her hair fell forward enough to cover her blush. She thought her father was a far better tale teller, but she did try from time to time. “Someday I shall tell tales to foals then. It would be a shame to deprive them of the pleasure if my skill is sharp enough.”She liked that he could laugh at himself. “ I believe many an azerin would for at the end of the day it will be the willow still dancing in the wind whilest all other azerin are too tired to move. Though should you ever get into battle with one again I would be there so I have a tale to tell to your foals someday.” It would be fun to pass along such things as her father passed his history along to all his family.

She could just see a bunch of little one with Aidren amongst them listening to tales until well after the sun had set for the day. Awwing kindly at his tale it made her happy. Watching him she tilted her head. “Perhaps in time you will find a mare whose heart sings with yours in a way that you cannot live without.” She smiled at him with all the hope in the world in her heart for him. This was such a kind male that he needed to find his soul mate like her mother and father had. “One would hope that your encounter with monsters finds a tally lower than my own parents though. Such tales are romantic but strainful on the mind and body.” She pranced about debating on whether to stay or go now. She was ready to travel and move a bit. Just standing still too long was hard for her to do.

“Care to run beside a mare who longs for the breeze?” Coming close she tilted her head up at him. “If you can see out from under all your mane that is.”

His words made sense and were very sweet to hear. Truly the mare that found Aidren and claimed him as her own was a lucky one. As soon as he nudged her she was off like the wind. Her swift movements were bouncing just as her steps had been. Her lithe form danced across the ground as she tilted her head to peek back and make sure Aidren was following. Once she saw the powerful male was able to keep up and indeed his mane was not hindering him she continued forward laughing happily.

The scenery moved past with a suprising speed but it felt so nice! She wondered how well Aidren could run for she was best in the forests where she could dodge and weave yet they were approaching the plains and undoubtedly the male would have an advantage there.

So quick! She shouldn’t’ have worried over his mane and tail slowing him at all. Aidren was as swift as the wind itself and while his form was bulkier than her own he was quite agile. As she burst through to the plains she pushed herself to her full speed though knew in terms of stamina and likely pure strength the male would best her. Though not to truly try would be an insult to them both. A laugh escaped her as she bounded forward wondering how long until he overtook her.

She felt the nudge but could barely believe it when he was beside her in such a short time. His wink made her laugh and she had to focus hard to get her breathing back into line to run properly. Aidren was amazing and as he passed her she had to admit he had a lovely posterior to look at. She was surprised he actually chose to run rather than fly. Had she wings she would use them for every single trip without fail. Still it was his choice and somehow that made him more interesting.

By the time she had caught up she had a light lather of sweat building on her shoulders. She could happily keep running but that was not nearly as interesting and staying near the winner of their little race. “A stroll sounds lovely.” She danced around to his side. “Perhaps one would enjoy company on such a venture provided of course they don’t mind being pestered further.”

She winked at him. “Then one would say you hardly know me if I’m not to be counted as a pest just yet.” Beside him she fell instep though not well. At times she would move a bit faster and wait for him to catch up and then fall behind and dart forward. It was as though her sense of speed was forever shifting with the slightest of sensations caused by the breeze or the ever ticklish grass.