Abigail rolls her eyes toward the heavens, secure in the knowledge that he can't see it from his position.
"Trainin'. Rounds. When you were young."
The only sounds other than her voice are the trees rustling, the swish of horse tails and the slight snort Cloud gives as he pulls up a mouthful of grass. They are utterly, completely alone, for what feels like the first time.
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Date: 2009-05-02 04:22 am (UTC)"Trainin'. Rounds. When you were young."
The only sounds other than her voice are the trees rustling, the swish of horse tails and the slight snort Cloud gives as he pulls up a mouthful of grass. They are utterly, completely alone, for what feels like the first time.