Moonspear Like a toreador

His laughter was loud, but kind. It seemed perhaps that he understood what she'd implied, though she had to wonder as well if he fully understood why it was that of all the girls, she had been the one to leave. She doubted he might understand- after all, he said he was a family man, likely with a wife and children of his own. Someone had seen him and wanted him, chosen him. Myna had been seen, but overlooked time and time again. 

Perhaps here it might be different, though, she thought. There might be less competition, and she might finally be noticed. To be welcomed, at least, was a good place to start and she swept forward, tail waving, to follow him toward the peak.