[To pine from afar. She could relate- how many people of the Steppe had caught her eye while she could only watch them? But she could chalk those up to innocent little crushes.

But her stomach twisted into a sizely knot. Had he thought such a thing when he went to practice under that tree? Her heart was racing before she could really put much thought into it.

She wanted to be in a dress or something of her usual for this. But since when was anything so structured, so scheduled when it came to things of this nature?]

And I you. I feel like all color had been muted my whole life before I met you, and you already know you've found a way to steal away in my dreams...

...Things you could very well do to me, should that be your wish.