We Will Meet Again

Her laughter was infectious, bringing out his own booming laughter as she spoke between laughs, exclaiming that she would never be able to wrestle him out of the branches were he to have been the one stuck instead of her. Oh come on, it wasn't even that hard to get you out in the first place. He teased playfully, bumping her with his shoulder, blushing crimson beneath his earthen cheeks, reaching out to gently nip at her closest ear, tugging at it before he let it go, cerulean gaze locked with her teal one. He would never get tired of being around her. She made him feel happy, relaxed, as if he didn't have a care in the world. He really liked that about her.


And yet, there was the age difference. He guessed her to be around 3 years of age, not much older than him, perhaps around the age of his aunts. And he was a yearling, barely coming into adult hood. And yet he didn't feel like he was a yearling. He felt much older than what he actually was. And he nearly looked the part too. In a few months he would be a two years old, nearly full grown. What would his parents think if he ended up becoming more than friends with Meili? No one could really tell that she was much older than him, the height difference playing up his not looking his age. The only ones that would know would be himself and Meili, possibly his family if he ever got around to telling them. But why did it matter that she was older than him? She wasn't terribly older; two years was nothing. Now if she was his mother's age, then possibly there would be some of awkwardness to it, but they were close in age. There was nothing to worry about. At least for him. Would Meili be opposed to them becoming something more because of their age difference? If she thought so, she didn't show it.


She presented his nose with a lick as she moved away to stand, stretching as he goaded him into a bit of fun. Shouldn't he be the one that always wanted to play? What does the little lady have in mind for today? He teased playfully, limbs unscrambling from beneath him to bring him back up to stand, a brief shake given to his pelt as he ambled to her side, nudging her with his muzzle, laughter in his words. I'm up, I'm up.




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