This … Felinae, is a side to life Zeik has never experienced before. The trembling youth, eager to blossom but afraid to become her own entity. There’s an electricity that drives her, he can feel it when her tender nose collides with his, and despite his rather grey nature, he smiles in encouragement. Far be it from him to ruin her fun. She’s all curves, no edges. Age has yet to draw sharp lines in her cheeks or harden her resolve, and this fascinates him. Her eyes, wide and inquisitive, draw him in. There’s still respect though, and he catches that when she backpedals away from him. So much like a bird on the branch, hovering a few moments before flight. Zeik suppresses the urge to move with her - he didn’t want to see her disappear.
But even then she surprises him. A boldness, unexpected but appreciated, flashes in her gaze and she replies to his question with an answer that satisfies him in ways he cannot begin to understand. The roan grins, eyes narrowing mischievously at her jibe. “I would believe you if you told me you’d hatched from an egg, moments ago.” He replies, chuckling softly. Joking - Zeik was actually joking with someone. Little does the girl know that perhaps he understood her better than she thinks - they’re both creatures of the sky and wind, she just doesn’t know it yet.
Her head tilts, and her vibrant hair drifts slowly across the crown of her face. Zeik wants to brush it from her forehead, to feel that rush of connecting intimately with another. But he resolves to wait. There’s something in Felinae that is irresistible, and Zeik wants her for his own. “Tell me, Felinae, do you have somewhere that you call home?” His smile fades, but his energy does not. He pauses, hopeful that she will reciprocate his feelings. “Or are you alone in this world like I am?”
Everything we are and used to be is buried and gone