08-31-2021, 03:30 PM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
He doesn’t mean to be so doubtful, doesn’t mean to imply that she was telling him falsehoods as if she needed to impress someone like him when she can call down the sky around her. The jaguar colt had only ever been compared to (in his developing mind) shadows and ghosts and destruction. He looks at the sun as the exact opposite of whatever lurks beneath his dappled skin, those questionable sensations that allow him to do what he does. To be told he was comparable to such a brilliant star, such a blinding light, only makes him smile at her with a confusing sense of relief.
Perhaps he was becoming the good kind of terrible after all.
For how could the sun be anything but good?
Her attention shifts back to the embers beneath his hoof and his smile quickly fades back into embarrassment, unable to become a paler version of gold thanks to the glow he had no control of. Should he smother that small smolder that’s left? His quick admittance is followed only by a simple nod and he is insatiably curious to what she must be thinking. Did his fire bother her or was she someone, like Aela, who appreciated all sorts of terrible things?
Her attention finally rises back to him when he asks her what she had been doing. When she speaks of visiting friends, his curiosity is obvious and reflected in those haunting yellow eyes. “Can I be friends with them too?” He asks her after a moment, wondering how she had managed such a feat. Did she simply think of them like he did his flames? Or did they simply come unbidden when they felt like it, like the ghosts that constantly visit him? He means to ask her but she is already asking a question herself.
There is still that small moment of hesitance but the girl had yet to scold him or show any type of fear and so he swallows down any apprehension and sticks to being vaguely honest. “Practicing. They don’t mind back home but I like practicing here.” What he doesn’t mention is that it wasn’t the dying coals beneath his hoof that he had come here to play with. It was his other skill that he had wanted to work on and hadn’t wanted anyone in the Pampas to disturb him. He pauses, tilting his head at her. “I have strange friends too.”
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