Fairspell Meadow Spurs

Y’know they got a sayin’ that says opposites attract, he mused softly to her, regarding the comment about her parents. There was a special way that they balanced each other out, he assumed. Reno had been witness to plenty of opposite pairings that had made a life and built love around each other. He supposed it had something to do with how well they worked together, just the same as any relationship.

Amalia went on to ask Reno what he liked to do for fun. The cowboy hummed thoughtfully.

A small smile met his features before he offered her a reply. Well, I sure like chasin’ gophers. Used to make a game of it with my sisters, see. If yer paws are quick enough, yer bound to catch at least five of those critters. They’re a tasty snack, too. Reno nodded his head, almost as though he agreed with himself about their taste.

There’s other stuff, but it ain’t much to share with a lady like yerself. Y’know sometimes ya just find yerself in a place, with others, and no matter what they do, ya join them. There were further intricacies that went into being a member of a gang, but Reno found himself rather bashful about sharing those parts with Amalia. She was too good for gang life, he’d convinced himself in their short time together. She was too good for the roughness of gangs.

D’ya like gophers, miss Amalia?