Meadowlark Prairie Your legs must shake

Strange. He wasn't mad. Not that Em immediately expected fury but something closer to annoyance, maybe even disgust. Yet, he laughed. She saw it reach his eyes, it looked like true laughter to her. Bizarre. Emry's nose twitched, ears flicking behind her as if expecting someone else to be there. Nothing but the breeze. "What?" She sounded alarmed, almost offended. "No, it-" She stopped, her upper lips searching for what felt to be stuck in her teeth. She looked at her nose, going cross-eyed in the process, in hopes of spotting the flower. No luck. The woman fiddled with the stem with her tongue before scrubbing her mouth against her leg to dislodge the flower.

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With a final scrub of her tongue, she spoke. "It's not that I didn't want to approach you, I just kind of didn't see you." The words grew meek by the end. Half truths; but why lie at all? To save face? She had no intention on running into someone so soon after the last. If she had seen him earlier, she would have preferred hunger to his company. It's gonna be okay. She coached herself. 

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"I was hunting," She admitted sheepishly. "As you can tell, that hunt got the better of me." Something in her wanted to chuckle but she kept it down, still unsure of him.