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encourage him to calm down. Realising that her hand is moving she swiftly pulls it back, remembering that she promised herself there would be no physical contact, well not yet anyway.
She studies his face. Bright, beautiful blue eyes, skin looking as soft as silk. His baby face is conspicuous, and like a little boy there is pure joy emanating from his smile. And he has lips which … yes … well of course … he has lips!
Mentally triggering a switch in her head KristalClear desperately wants to halt this train of thought.
Not now, not after an evening of working hard in the stables, she’s tired, she’s dirty and she wants to go home. Most of all, she wants to have a shower and go to sleep. She leans her head a little over to the left, the way that Tolstoy does sometimes, with a hint of a puzzled doggy look.
She looks directly into NutJob’s deep blue eyes. He can see a radiant glow on her face. And his keenness to continue talking has completely vanished.
She’s not just pretty, her smile is sincere, and it’s natural. Her gorgeous long, brown hair, and her charm all add up to making her irresistibly cute! She blinks her chestnut eyes eight times in quick succession. There is absolute silence.
KristalClear is too busy trying to control her own thoughts, and she has no spare capacity to try to tune in to the wavelength right now. How she wishes that she could read humans, and could figure out what NutJob is thinking.
She feels her heart beating a little faster than normal, as she summons up all her courage to speak as normally and as calmly as she can. He mustn’t know what’s going on in her head. Well not yet anyway.
“You’re different,” she says, “in a nice kind of way, always busy with things to do, always have something to say, always in a rush. Never a dull moment!”
She’s about to nervously bite her bottom lip, but she stops herself, and runs her fingers through her hair instead.
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