My heart keeps racing

Breathing deeply, she was able to swallow the pain back, able to focus on Quelt as he mentioned more of his past. So he had adopted children as well; no wonder the pups of Fiori had been drawn to him. Indeed, he had the vibe of a trusted guardian, regardless of whatever else had happened in his life. As he mentioned he had forgotten the names of some of his adopted ones, she nodded in understanding. There were some from her past, from so long ago, that she also could not remember them anymore. Perhaps she could draw up an image of their faces, but she could no longer hear their voices, and their names had faded from her memory. It was a sad reality, and she hoped they had thrived in life, but there was no sense in dwelling there.

She was able to muster a small smile as he spoke, saying it was time to step forward in life, rather than backwards. She had to agree, of course. "I think that's a good way to look at it," she murmured softly, her tail flicking, "There's no going back, anyways." As Quelt pulled himself part way out of the water to bathe in the sun, Bright would stand and move toward the water, just a few feet from him. Her muzzle leaned down toward the water, lapping at the fresh liquid as she tried to further distract her thoughts. Ebony ears tilted toward the male as he spoke again, though when she realized what he'd asked, she stopped mid-lick, slowly lifting her head. Her cheeks burned slightly, ears pressing back against her head while her tail tucked slightly.

It was quite a blunt and forward question, if he was really asking what she thought he was. Was there anyone she liked at the moment? Surely, she had met some handsome males in these lands. Leo was a handsome man himself, as was Bass, leader of Abaven. And even Creed, from the west. Each chivalrous in their own way, and appealing to look at. But, she wouldn't say she liked them. Well, it wasn't that she didn't like them. Confusion and uncertainty crossed her face. Glancing to Quelt, she tilted her head. "W-well, n-no, not really..." she stuttered, a forepaw lifting, "I mean... there are plenty of.. I suppose, deserving candidates, but..." She glanced over him. If anyone was a likely candidate in her mind, Quelt had become someone she'd been considering, if such a thought were to cross her mind. Which, she supposed it had, in a way. But now, she wondered why he had asked. "Wh-why do you ask, Quelt?" she asked with a nervous laugh. Her heart thudded a little anxiously. Had her heat scent affected him after all?