Fairspell Meadow Spurs

Oh, please feel free to write posts as long as you like. That was mostly a heads up that my own might be a bit small heheh. I quite like reading how you write so I’m pleased to get all I can.

Well ain’t you just a doll, Reno chuckled to the green-eyed girl. Only seconds into their interaction and she was talking about his eyes like sunlight. He wished the ladies he’d known were so sweet and giving with such compliments. Most the women he’d seen were tougher than cactus and two times as prickly. 

The girl’s name was Amalia. It even sounded foreign to the simple man. He rather liked it. Liked it more being offered to him in that way. The dusty wolf swung round to better face his company. Reno figured he’d share his time and see where it led. Perhaps Amalia knew a bit about the gangs who ran those parts. 

Name’s Reno, ma’am. I ain’t ever heard a name so pretty as Amalia. When he returned her name to her, it was strongly accented and drawn out. The way old southern folk would speak about anything that sounded foreign to them. Reno still liked the sound of it.