fennick;

[Shiya]

For your love I'd give my last breath A sheepish grin tugs at the corners of her mouth when she watches Fennick jerk his head up, his mouth full of grass. A light, airy laughter slips from her. It's a delicate noise that even Shiya hasn't heard in quite some time. "Don't choke," her eyes watch the lump in his throat rise and fall as he tries to swallow the grass. "If I didn't know any better I would think you're trying to be a chipmunk with all that food in your mouth." This, already, is the most that she has spoken in years. Oddly enough, her soul feels more at ease when in his company, even if they are still strangers. Even if he isn't Eight. While Fennick heartily prepares for the change of seasons Shiya is more lackadaisical. The winter is harsh for her with reptilian scales. In most situations she tries to find the sunlight and bask in it for hours at a time. Late spring and summer are her preferred times of year when the warmth is plentiful and the days are longer. How are you, he asks, and she considers for a much longer time than most. She wants to reflect back on her life but can't as though there is a giant wall blocking her path into her innermost memories. Shiya has tried time and time again but each attempt was futile. Happy, she wants to tell him, but that's all she ever is. She doesn't know the heartache she has endured; she doesn't even know the existence of her own children. With slow, thoughtful blinks Shiya tries to find an answer for Fennick. Part of her wants to melt into his side and hope that he will somehow erase her sense of lost, but she remains standing in front of him with a furrowed brow. "Honestly?" The question is more rhetorical as her slit pupils lift to find him. "Confused," the delicacy of her voice trails off a moment before tacking another question between them. "Do you remember your childhood, Fennick? Or even your youngest years?" Shiya larva and dillan's lost little girl