where the buffalo roam; any

[Ygritte]

She likes him. She likes the way he is wild in the ways she is not. She likes the way he tosses those spiraled horns on his skull. She likes the way he dances without noticing anyone, not even her.

She feels bad for when he does notice her near him, breaking the spell and ending the game. She doesn't mean to startle him. "Mandan. Lovely." Vocals are velvet smooth on the warm embrace of fresh spring air. She smiles at her new acquaintance and nods in agreement to his offer. Slender limbs pull to meet the stallion's pace. It has been a long time since she had given herself over to freedom and carelessness. Absentmindedly, a smile pulls on her lips as long lashes fall over the honey pools and she inhales the scents of the meadow deeply.

Like a pair of lovers, their bodies move in sync through the dapple trees and tall grasses. Hoof beets and heart beats. Ygritte looks to her companion with a soft smile and laughs after she realizes she makes eye contact for too long. "Sorry." If horses could blush, she would have matched her salmon tones all over. "It's nice to meet you too." The young mare realizes she had not returned the compliment when Mandan had first spoke it. "Those horns of yours are quite striking." The compliment is sincere and sweet as she looks to them then to his eyes. In their brief encounter, Ygritte finds herself liking being near this coltish stallion. His spirit has lifted her own. It's amazing what a good run can do for you.

ygritte

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