Poppy knew in some ways she was exposing herself today to Kristoffer more than she ever had in the past. He was seeing all sides of her mischievous, galavanting, adventurous penchants, for better or worse. She knew she ought to be more guarded, more pristine, but that was the thing about her relationship with the Slytherin… she didn’t feel the strangling urge to always be perfect around him. Poppy was mostly able to just be herself, all facets of unexpected, unladylike, and sometimes even uncouth, which she appreciated tremendously. She nodded as the blonde seemed to clarify about Charles’ surname. Of course. He wouldn’t be hers if he wasn’t a Dashwood after all. Kristoffer approached them then and Poppy sucked in a small breath, watching. He seemed to address the creature directly, awkwardly, and she smiled. The brunette wasn’t sure what she’d expected of Kristoffer, but she was glad he was taking this seriously. At least as seriously as it was due. Charles for his part seemed to remain at ease, which spoke volumes to the blonde’s character.
A bubble of laughter escaped Poppy then as he asked to ride Charles. “If you’d like,” she replied easily. “But you’ll need a proper saddle for that. I don’t trust Charles enough to let you on here.” Especially without having ever seen the Slytherin handle a horse before. Charles was a particularly fussy gelding, all things considered. He needed soft hands and a firm leg, else he’d act out and likely throw his rider. The last thing she wanted was for Kristoffer to get hurt. “We can head down to the barn if you like. I’m sure there’s even time before breakfast to go for a ride along the estate, if you’re up for it.” Hazel hues glimmered with anticipation. It was chilly out, but there was one spot she’d like to show him if he dared to extend their little adventure.
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