"Garion....." She creased her brows and ran her hoof down the back of his neck. "And what were you going to do huh? Scold the hydra?" There was a bit of a upset but still worried tone to her voice.
Nggh, neck-strokings, not good! The colt fought sleep with all his might, but still his head dropped to rest on her shoulder. "I was gonna drive between its legs, get it to stop chasing you, then you could get away..." Garion let out a big, squeaky yawn and rubbed at his eyes. To his surprise, his foreleg came away damp. Miss Gwyn might feel a little wetness on her shoulder as well.
Originally Posted by Eakin
We're like the weeping angels from Doctor Who, except with cuddling and friendship instead of horrible death. Don't look away.