CrownS
Crowns has only ever known how to trust others, to assume they only mean well in their interactions with him. The boy even finds faith in Rosebay after she escorted him to the brink of death and left him stranded there. After all, hadn’t she warned him that it would be her turn to lead their games? No one had ever lied or attempted to deceive him and so he believes the same will hold true for Olena. She will be his friend and they will be entirely honest with one another.
He gently nods when she repeats his words, his bright blue eyes meeting hers. There is a moment where he studies her face when she explains that she can only do what she’s displayed so far. Does she think he will mind? His brow furrows and he steps close enough to nudge his nose to her cheek in an attempt at encouragement. “You’re more than enough as you are,” he assures her. She has antlers and spots, and anything else is just an added bonus to him.
Crowns slowly extends his wing and turns himself until he can carefully blanket her with the dripping limb. He keeps little threads of his healing woven between the two of them to help keep her standing near him. His sapphire ears twitch at her questions. What does he see? That feels like such a loaded question to him that he finds himself humming in thought.
“The dark and all the things in it are shy, I think. They run if you get close or if you shine a light,” he says with his gaze focused elsewhere. “But it’s always quiet and peaceful. Th night feels… softer, somehow.”
He gently nods when she repeats his words, his bright blue eyes meeting hers. There is a moment where he studies her face when she explains that she can only do what she’s displayed so far. Does she think he will mind? His brow furrows and he steps close enough to nudge his nose to her cheek in an attempt at encouragement. “You’re more than enough as you are,” he assures her. She has antlers and spots, and anything else is just an added bonus to him.
Crowns slowly extends his wing and turns himself until he can carefully blanket her with the dripping limb. He keeps little threads of his healing woven between the two of them to help keep her standing near him. His sapphire ears twitch at her questions. What does he see? That feels like such a loaded question to him that he finds himself humming in thought.
“The dark and all the things in it are shy, I think. They run if you get close or if you shine a light,” he says with his gaze focused elsewhere. “But it’s always quiet and peaceful. Th night feels… softer, somehow.”
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