Blacktail Deer Plateau checking up

Harlyn closed her eyes as her friend gave her a reassuring kiss, soaking in the warmth and affection in that gesture.  When her dark lids slipped back to reveal the vibrant flames beneath, she set those smoldering cinders upon Luke's sweet smile, her ears cupped forward to catch his words of encouragement.


She snorted very gently and rolled her eyes despite herself when the alabaster minstrel called it 'love'.  Harlyn was inclined to believe him for she had always been quite free with her affection.  But when she spoke of love, she actually spoke of something much deeper and more meaningful than what others usually defined.  True love to her meant soulmates.  Love was something she gave freely and as often as she could, but real love?  That was something Harlyn was more guarded about.

"I want to," she admitted with a smile, "I want to so much, but I'm worried that he'll be overwhelmed and pull away...   I don't want to scare him."