11-24-2016, 02:23 AM
Her voice hung around him like a gentle cloud, her warmth pressing into his face. She suggested they liked being talked to. His eyes widened imperceptibly. That sounded like a terrifying notion. As if to support the idea, a little tap kicked out at him. He retreated and stared, ears tipped forward.
He was so focused he could hardly keep track of what she was saying. It felt so odd to be here and feel a little one kicking from the inside. Would it have felt this way against Josie's side too? Was his own babe this strong? He would have liked to know it, but he'd failed in finding her. This would have to do instead, this little one that felt so precious.
Just as he replaced his head, it poked at him again. He grinned. Feisty little thing, just like somebody else he knew. Maybe it could sense that he'd called it precious. Wouldn't that be a trip. Arrya sort of confirmed that maybe the kid liked him. He wasn't sure it was true, but he liked to think it anyway. He could almost feel.. no, maybe not.
Now, now, little light. We can't be brash and cruel like mummy, he cooed, brushing his nose so lightly against her. You're going to come out here and play nice. He smiled and flashed a look at Arrya, inching closer and talking low and secret. And, you're going to like me too.
He pressed into her again briefly, an attempt to nuzzle that little one he already adored, then pulled back and stood straight again. He still felt a bit awkward, but there was one question that now ate at him. And he wasn't sure he should be asking it.
How much longer?