[Determined to break from the awkwardness she has suddenly created before it stagnates, she rubs her fingers over Aqila's nose - and briefly over the back of Dan's hand - before moving past them and out of the stall. Down the corridor it feels as though her face has grown hot, stepping into the tack room she rubs a hand over her cheek and tries to keep from thinking exclusively about his crooked smile and instead what sort of bridle she should be acquiring.
A minute or two later Evelyn returns, suitably together with her arms full of leather. She slings the saddle over the lower half of the Dutch door and smiles at him again, tugged by curiosity.]
...what is a hubflower? I've never heard of it before. Is it pretty?
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[Determined to break from the awkwardness she has suddenly created before it stagnates, she rubs her fingers over Aqila's nose - and briefly over the back of Dan's hand - before moving past them and out of the stall. Down the corridor it feels as though her face has grown hot, stepping into the tack room she rubs a hand over her cheek and tries to keep from thinking exclusively about his crooked smile and instead what sort of bridle she should be acquiring.
A minute or two later Evelyn returns, suitably together with her arms full of leather. She slings the saddle over the lower half of the Dutch door and smiles at him again, tugged by curiosity.]
...what is a hubflower? I've never heard of it before. Is it pretty?