He got the sense that she could have played him like a fiddle if she wanted to. She was womanly, more womanly than someone her age should be. He had heard of Silver Cove and was not sure he fully agreed with everything that went on there. The cove were allies, as per Killdare's wishes, so he kept his mouth shut and didn't speak of his ill thoughts. So the fact she was too mature for her youth, made sense in a way; but the stallion just knew she was something he could (and would) get lost in if he were not aware. He watched her eyes as she spoke of wanting to see chamber, and would gladly tour the lands as they looked for the bear-horse. Those damn eyes were dangerous, no wonder Siberian had been so confused. They danced with curiosity and mischief, and he had to remind himself, again, that he could not grow interested in the mare personally. The reddish stallion looked to the war-torn lands and moved off, "I am sure you will find Chamber beautiful, even though she still healing from war."
He led her through the forest, occasionally he called for Siberian, but mostly he talked to her of the lands they roamed. He knew they would eventually find the bear, so he allowed the time to pass naturally, and let the chips fall where they may.
Nymphetamine
cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain
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