She’s got a whole universe in her eyes, or even at her mental fingertips; it doesn’t end with the moonlight, a voice tells him. He smiles when she smiles, and the wash of moonlight plays along his chin, under him and along his body. He takes in a deep breath, closing those big bright eyes, his smile deepening. “Cressida.” he repeats softly, opening his eyes and lifting his head a bit, still bending to meet her height at least halfway. “I’m Chemdog, I live over in Silver Cove; gealach’s light gives my home life every night except when in her dark phase [new moon].” He blows a clearing breath through his nostrils.
“And what about you, Cressida?” he finds her eyes again after he briefly glanced for a parent coming for her. “Where are you from, if I may ask?” He wasn’t sure if it’s polite to ask or not, as he’s not usually concerned with manners – but oddly he finds himself a little concerned with being delicate now. It’s a courtesy not many get from him, perhaps even limited to his own children, and now, this one.
i'm so sorry this is blaH!
she deserves better, things have been nuts - sorry for the wait too
YIKE ♥♥♥
@[cressida]
