"Maybe a little," Marian easily admits. After all, she was a young Lady, unchaperoned, in the presence of a male, especially, who was not known in their town.
There was a grin for the expression he gave her looking down, which faded into a very small smile of awe as she was noting how the sun from behind lit up his hair all around his face.
"In all truth, I think it wouldn't be one of the worst things he'd be alarmed to know I'm doing."
Skirting the door, with only a precursory look of curiosity to whether he might be there, she slipped them into the stable. The scent of hay, horse and ground earth filled her nose, just as welcome as the shadows of the large wooden construct and the neighing which.announced they weren't alone again.
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Date: 2007-04-21 09:21 pm (UTC)There was a grin for the expression he gave her looking down, which faded into a very small smile of awe as she was noting how the sun from behind lit up his hair all around his face.
"In all truth, I think it wouldn't be one of the worst things he'd be alarmed to know I'm doing."
Skirting the door, with only a precursory look of curiosity to whether he might be there, she slipped them into the stable. The scent of hay, horse and ground earth filled her nose, just as welcome as the shadows of the large wooden construct and the neighing which.announced they weren't alone again.