this used to be the place i ran towhenever i was in need
of a friend
[size=3]why did it have to end[/size]
In her silence, he realized he should have explained what it was that he was asking. He was going to explain what he was asking when she ended up giving an answer anyway. The touch of her cool nose to the side of his muzzle was plenty enough to let him know that she trusted him. This was a good thing, especially since what he was wanting wouldn’t be anything harmful or hurtful. He merely wanted to see her in the only way that he knew how; through touch.
Slowly the sightless young male trailed the side of his nose along her muzzle, tracing every curve, every inch, of her muzzle, following it up the bridge of her muzzle and along her forehead. He paused at each ear, sniffing and lightly feeling his way along her face, not missing a single spot. Yildun was memorizing every part of her face as he went. After having trailed along every curve, every inch of her face, he moved to her neck, breathing in her scent, touching every inch. Down her neck, he came to her chest, trailing his nose around to her shoulders.
Yildun went over every inch of her right side, coming up along her left side in the same manner that he’d gone down her previous side. Not an inch went untouched (well, except beneath her tail because he truly wasn’t wanting to be rude), unsmelled. As he made his way back in front of her, he smiled and wagged his tail, brushing the top of his nose under her chin. “I see you,” he said, quietly. “I see you in my mind now. I just have two questions. What color are your eyes? What color is your fur?”