they're just living in my head
"Well, she left when I was pretty young so I never spent much time with her. I guess it's the love that truly matters; that's what made me close to her." His leafy gaze wonderfully twinkled in the remaining sunshine as he answered her inquiry with gentle warmth in his tone. All of a sudden, his words and voice came so naturally to him, which was surprisingly rather unusual. He enjoyed talking but it never came as an authentic "talent". Perhaps it was because he spoke with passion and honesty, another two virtues that mattered and made a difference.
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She related love to a power, which was rather peculiar to the yearling. So far he had felt familial love and in a way, heartbreak. There was more to the gripping emotion known as love, and he was yet to experience such a journey through his life. Perhaps he was closer to those moments than he realised, although he was yet to grow through his innocence upon reaching full adulthood. Already, he was starting to feel more mature, especially with this particular conversation with the girl. He acknowledged her words with a courteous nod before tuning into her following suggestion; what activity were they to do?
"You just had to pick my two favourite fields." the boy playfully purred with a sly grin tugging at the side of his features. His eyes rolled to the imperfect sky as he hummed a single note; his thinking face. Whilst slowly coming to a decision, his mind was torn apart between two things he equally enjoyed. He asked himself a simple question: Which skill was more important? Definitely fighting, although now that he thought about it, he really couldn't be bothered having a spar. Most of his energy had been drained into talking, rather than saving it for an exciting fight. A hunt would be more relaxed and it would give him extra time to socialise with the female. He liked hunting, despite it being one of his weakest areas. Today, he would improve, however, fighting would always rest at the top. "Let's go with a hunt, although I still wanna see how you fight, but another time, of course."
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Although he had hoped to wander around and latch onto the first scent that wafted to his nose, she gave him a choice on the prey that they would be hunting, which was rather polite of her to ask. After a few moments, he uncovered the distinct scents of vole and rabbit and yet again, he was at another crossroad between the two. Both are equally mouth-watering and delicious, however, he eventually settled with rabbit because of their larger size, which meant they would have more to nibble on. Voles would easily scurry away with their small form, unlike rabbits that he hoped would make unchallenging targets.
"I choose rabbit," he simply announced with a satisfied lick over his lips. Jaws parted so he could inhale the many rabbit scents floating around him. His stomach agreed with his decision by giving a short gurgle; time to munch. "Where do you suggest we hunt? I've found multiple scents."