white winter hymnal [rhythm]

The girl’s body leaned against his for support, and he’d turn his slender muzzle to watch her, waiting for directions. When she motioned, he’d follow the gesture with his snout, peering ahead. ”Right then,” he would breath softly, beginning onward with slow, deliberate steps to make sure that Rhythm would be able to keep with him. She thanked him again, and though he kept focusing onwards, a smile flashed across his face. ”Think nothing of it.”

-exit Nagendra w/ Rhythm-