Shadowwyn Moor if i had to think twice

His grin, too, even crooked, caused her cheeks to warm. His inhale was missed by her, who could only hear the Moors that bubbled along. She did not look at him, immersed in hydrating herself once more, but as he approached and drank, too, she could not tear her gaze away. She took an unconscious, inconspicuous step nearer to him, tail twitching at her hocks, feeling excited by his nearness.

Sentient thought or words were all but gone from she who could hardly think, brain buzzing at his nearness. Quill paused in her drink for but a moment to dip her muzzle into the moor she stood aside, whipping it upward so that little droplets of water would sprinkle him. Whether or not her reach was successful or not, she threw him an impish look but did not move. Quill was all innocence and play, here, but did not want to escape whatever his retribution might be. Her brothers often tackled her for such a gesture—

She wondered what that might be like! To have fun with someone outside of her family. Quill had never humored this being a possibility... but she had come to terms with no longer running away, but running toward.