Role Play Here

ben  * he chuckled softly when she laughed an he looked forward veiwing what he thoughtwas a clearing helooked over at her* how about that clearing? its a nice night to ruin in a tent 

Gypsy smiled at his choice. Most people would of just picked their own tent. "Yea. It looks nice." She walked by his side to the clearing. The soft grass protecting their feet. Taking out a large blanket she layed it down on the grass. It was large enough for both of them to be on it, and for her to not feel awkward or scared.

ben *he walked along side her her andwatched her lay out the blanket0 it was pretty big* how did u fit that into ur back pack *he chuckled and sat in the grass  alowing her to have her room on the blanket*

Gypsy laughed while she layed down. "Just fold it" She said with a smile. Her wings acted as another blanket as they covered her small body once again. Gypsy watched him.

ben he stayed sitting up his dapple wings relaxed layed on the ground and he looked toward the sky then at her and he layed on his side faceing her* ever ride?- horse back i mean

Gypsy shook her head. "Nope.. never" She said while looking at his wings. They were so different. She had never seen wings like that. Slowly she reached her hand out, and with great care she stroked the tip of his wing. She pulled her hand back quickly as if he was going to slap her and sort of hid her face.

Ben *he was shocked when she reached her hand out and touched him but enjoyed it- when she recoiled with fear his heart dropped* i wont hurt u *he said softly, he reached his hand out and delicetly touched the side of her wing, his hand trembled lightly- scared of her reaction*

Gypsy's wing twitched as he touched it. She softly whined but she didnt move away. She actually reached out and touched his wing once again. But pulled her hand back after a moment while she still hid her face.

Elsie: She followed him. "Ryder." She let him walk away a little. "I really am sorry." She said sincerely.

Ben *he pulled his hand away* im sorry *he studied her a few moments- she was truely afraid. he dident move closer to her , h ewanted her to feel like she had distance. he relaxed his free wing letting it rest across his body but not fully out reached*

Ryder rolled his eyes. "Yea sure you are" He said still mad.

Gypsy uncovered her red face and looked at him. She didnt say a word, she just reached her hand out again and stroked his wing again. It was so soft- she had really never felt a persons wing before. "Its so soft" She wispered.

Elsie: She gulped, holding back tears. Then she shook her head, and the urge to cry went away. "Alright, don't believe me." She said, expressionless. She headed back to her tent, letting out a sigh.

Ben i think urs are better * he spoke softly  an stretch out alittle bit toward her but sense the shock in him was gone  he wasent sure how to react- he love feeling her hand on his wing but no one had ever gotten that close, he moved his hands along her lavender feathers and his heart raced faintly taken in by the texture of her feathers*

jax *she walked around the woods with one ear bud in the the other daggling by her side, ravor  by her side was they walked- jax hum / sang softly butchering half the song*

Ryder sighed as she walked away. "Im sorry" He called out as she walked away.

Gypsy's heart raced as she stroked his wing. From time to time her wings twitched but then stopped. She softly smiled while stroking his wing.

ben *he began to smile as she contiued strokeing her wing feeling alittle less uncomferetable with it his wing inched alittle closer to her with each stroke whiule his hand moves across her feathers trying to be carefuly but he paused* does this make u feel uncomferetable? ill stop if u want me to

Elsie: She stopped when he said that. It was quiet because she was walking away, but she knew that that was what he said. She turned around to read his facial expression, to see if he was being serious. She just stared at him, when she saw he was serious. She didn't know what to say. She was staring at him smiling slightly and softly.

Gypsy shook her head no. She was at a loss for words. From time to time she let her hand lay still on his wing. Her fingertips feeling one feather at a time. As he stroked her wing more she got chills from time to time.

Ryder locked eyes with her then broke the stare. Picking up his medical kit and changing his wrap on his foot.

Gypsy softly smiled and relaxed her wings. Allowing them to move closer to him as he stroked them. She really didnt know why she trusted him- and if he broke the trust she had. That would impact her greatly. Gypsy continued to stoke his wing, her small hand running over each feather. "Its so soft" She wispered once again.