Speckle|Mood: Flustered/Shocked|Tags: Shade
"I'm not known for 'Speckles'. I'm known for Magic."
My mind was racing at this point. It's... as if he could read my thoughts. Oh, Cloudpack, please guide me. I felt my eyes widen as I feel more blood rush to my face. At this point, if I had no fur, I'd be pure red... I nuzzle his shoulder, sitting again... for I had noticed I stood. I noticed it had gotten suddenly warmer, and the world seemed to stand still. I shook, refusing to talk currently. My head was angled downward, casting a shadow over my eyes. I sat there nervously, shuffling my paws. What do I do at this point? I grit my teeth, my claws unsheathing. I flexed every muscle in my body, and relaxed slowly, each and every muscle, from my back paws to my eartips. I felt quite relaxed now, my shaking slowed down. My breathing was still heavy as I turned back up to the moon. I subconsciously wagged my long tail, wanting this moment to last forever. The nervousness in our breath filling the night air. I yawn, lightening my heavy breathing. I wanted to sleep... but I didn't at the same time. It was... weird...