Wed Mar 31, 2010 3:48 pm by Vineda
"I see. So the running is in your blood I guess. I love running as well, but I doubt I do it half so well." Shamrock felt their time dwindling as well; he wished she could stay, but prolonging things just felt awkward.
Getting an idea, he spied two likely things on the ground. One was a daisy, the other a shamrock - his namesake. After a moment of deliberation he bent down and picked the daisy. Nearly crossing his hooves that the care she'd taken in being close earlier hadn't been for her own benefit, he closed the distance between them. He reached over and wove the flower's stem between the strands of hair up by her ear, the white decoration standing out starkly against her coloration. Looking down, he exaggerated his scrutiny of her.
And smirked. "You make it beautiful. Now I know you've got to have somewhere to be. Come find me sometime, and tell me of your victory. I want to see you bask in the glory." Steps took him backward, retrieving some distance as he waited to see if her exit would be as crazy as her entrance.
And I don't know how To slow it down Oh, my mind's racing From chasing pirates.