[private] your heartbeat on the high line

[Maeglin]

Even in the daylight, the new appearance of light snags his attention, like he is nothing but a moth - and as if he does not have tendrils of it softly accenting his own body. There are so many shadows in this place, he has not quite gotten used to it. Over the years it had become easier to walk among the trees and feel the absence of the sun or moonlight upon his skin, but there remains an irresistible draw to the light. Today he is adorned in the same blue as the pale winter sky above them, a near-perfect mirror of it as he moves across the snow towards her. He is social by nature, though he does his very best to pretend otherwise, and it is not hard to believe that it is both the novelty of the light and the possibility of a conversation that encourages each stride. He had not noticed her before her wings had changed, he had been wandering with something else on his mind. But now - Maeglin is single-minded in his attentions, even to a stranger, so his mind or gaze does not wander as he pauses an appropriate distance away - a small smile adding some practised softness to his features and voice. “It is nice to feel the sunlight again, isn’t it?” He means the one in the sky, of course - how even when it is present in the winter it can feel distant until days like today, when spring is making itself known - but his sky-eyes take the moment to appreciate her sunlight wings up close. “Your wings are lovely. Do they give off any warmth?”

@Betty