<div style="text-align: justify;">She laughed soundlessly, just a quick puff of air through her nose at his joke. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya so stupid. I love ya."</span> Did she? She thought she did. It was all way too fast, but she did. She blinked a couple of times to reassert herself. The sunlight had walked a few inches soundlessly across the floor. The dust was still dancing without a care, much like the way she'd dropped what she knew many people considered big words. She had thought so, too, until they had slipped from her and made her realize how easy and true it was.<br/><br/>She kept on silently watching the golden rays creep towards the door until she couldn't stand it anymore. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I like it here. It's very..."</span> She considered for a moment. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Very <span style="font-style: italic">you</span>. The ships, the blanket..."</span> She trailed her fingers lightly over the knitting. It looked homemade. A crooked, halfway apologetic, halfway hopeful smile lit up her face. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I think I could get used to it. Besides, we don't really need that much space, do we?"</span><br/><br/>It had been easy to admit to herself that she was in love. Much less easy was it to say out loud that the thought of riding a horse terrified her. She couldn't bear to let him down like that. He had grown up with these things. She swallowed nervously. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Horses? Uh... Sure?"</span></div>