Fairspell Meadow Spurs

Amalia listened to his softly accented words. And smiled. He was right. There was just something about her parents. That drew one and the other to each other. Despite her mother's flightiness and her father's cold shoulder, they had gotten along well. And the softly muttered words they spoke to each other beneath the moons gaze, all the more better. Amalia hoped to have half a love like that. It would be nice. She was certain she had time, but still it was a nice little thought.

Amalia listened and returned his smile. It made his eyes light up in a new way, and she liked it. He looked like he could be an ornery one. Is it like chasing rabbits? I do that often. They are one of my favorite prey animals to hunt down.

Amalia chuckled at his softly answered words. He didn't want to mar her genteel nature, boy was he in for a surprise. She was gentle sure, and kind, or tried to be anyway, but she wasn't naive to the ways of all the world, just some parts. She knew there were equally bad as good out there. She blinked at him with eyes of jade and shook her head. I'm afraid I don't. If I didn't agree with something. I didn't do it.

I've never had one, but I'd like to try.