Too young to feel this old

Mercury picked one of the berries from the bush she was collecting from and told her to catch, almost catching her off guard, but she managed to snatch the berry out of the air just in time before she missed it entirely. She ate the berry with a giggle, giving him a bright smile as her tail wagged happily behind her. As much as she admired his loyalty and duty as a warrior, she did really enjoy these little glimpses of who he was when he was "off the job," so to speak. She chuckled as she leaned more into his side without really thinking about it. It was a rare thing for her to be so at ease and not over analyzing what was going on around her or on guard and it felt nice to have a moment like that even if it was fleeting.

She realized suddenly as she finished eating the berry he tossed to her how she had leaned into him and how close her nose was to his. Her marbled mint and lavender gaze met the rich blue of his and she froze a bit, her cheeks flushing with warmth at the realization. Part of her–a very small and rarely listened to part of her–wanted to just seize the moment and close the small gap between them to kiss him, but her uncertainty and shyness won out before she could and she glanced away with a bashful smile. She cleared her throat as she shifted away and pretended to move on to another bush, trying to ignore how her heart was pounding and mentally scolding herself for not being more careful and for not having the courage to just make a move.

"Gwynevere & Mercury"