"Hi! I'm Fallon," Fallon says to him as he nears them.
He nods to her.
"Arielle." Arielle offers, her hand still on her neck, caressing lightly.
He nods to her also.
He reaches up for a straw basket and their eyes follow his strong arms. He picks up about a dozen apples from the cart, puts it in the basket, and moves towards the stalls.
"So, you gonna tell us your name?" Arielle asks as he hooks up the basket, clearly finished with the horses.
He peers down at them and Arielle moves back a little. Even to herself, she looks small compared to all his—wild bulk.
"Aaron."
"What?" Fallon mutters.
"I'm Aaron," he repeats and Arielle turns full pink.
He did answer.
For a moment, she thought he wouldn't. He looks to her and she looks away.
"Breakfast is ready," Aaron says and walks away, towards the Cabin.
Arielle meets Fallon's eyes.
"My eyes are glowing, aren't they?" she mutters.
"Yeah," Fallon replies.
"It's not your fault. I would do him too," she adds.
"Who said anything about 'doing' him," Arielle says.
Fallon gives her that look—the 'we're both thinking the same thing right now' look, and a moment later, they break into giggles.
Their laughter dies down and Fallon says,
"So, Aaron huh."
"Yeah. It fits him, you know,"
They meet each other's eyes' and the laughter erupts again. As they walk back to the Cabin, Arielle realises a novelty. It's the first time.
The first time she didn't care she was different. Here on a lonely Mountain home. With Fallon, and AARON.