Redhawk Caldera my rodeo romeo.

Finley's nonchalant regard of her friend boy darkened somewhat when a series of giggles escpaed him after she admitted the origins of the nickname 'Frog'.  There was nothing funny about it (even though.. there so was).  How he could find it the slightest bit amusing was beyond her, and the steele of her gaze likely was what reminded him of himself when he pulled back his amusement and spoke to her again.


The briefest of smiles flashed across her muzzle when he pressed his nose against hers.  She looked away from him then with a tiny pouty face, her ears flicking towards him when he questioned her endearment towards hopping.  She pursed her lips, attempting to express her irritation while her amusement determinedly pressed through.

"I don't wanna - I don't remember how," she insisted, turning up her nose away from him with a little frown.  Fin was still entertained though, and it showed in the sparkle in her eyes as she glanced backwards at her lover.