Solace
He takes another step towards her.
The distance between them is already inappropriate for new acquaintances, and he is making her uncomfortable.
But she doesn't move away.
Her face glows warmly when she searches his mismatched eyes. There is a heaviness there, a haziness as he looks at her that she recognizes, but can not place. It makes her want to say the right thing, to make him stay.
But the look is gone as he mentions Hyaline, and Solace tries to forget it. Casually, feigning an ease she does not feel, she lets her weight rest on one back leg. The weight bearing hip slides up higher while the other falls, coincidentally placing her slightly closer to the feathers of his wings.
"I came to Hyaline in late autumn, and I do love it so far. " She glances off in the direction of the tall mountains, giving herself a moment of relief from his intense gaze. But he continues, and her genuine interest doesn't allow her to look away for long - the faraway mountains hold little fascination with him by her side. "You lived in Hyaline? Why did you leave?"
The second question is laced with a sadness which she can't justify feeling. He mentions Losess, and Solace tucks away that thought as a sort of consolation - at least he wasn't a wanderer like Svedka, at least she knew which border to pace if she wished to catch a glimpse of him.
But then, the words fade and the beautiful discomfort is back. His skin is nearly touching hers as he takes one more step, there is so little space between them that it is impossible to move any closer without contact.
We can try warming each other, if you are cold, Solace.
When he speaks there is a sharp and involuntarily breath is drawn through her lips. The blood rushes to her face and her crystalline eyes are suddenly hooded as she looks down to the river rocks around their hooves.
Had her looks given her away? Was he a telepath? How did he know she had just been longing to place herself under the warmth of his wing? If she hadn't of wanted what he suggested as much as she did it would have been easy to laugh off his suggestion, but the fact that he vocalized the idea she had secretly been toying with catches her off guard. Her feelings catch her off guard.
Bravely, she abandons her inspection of the terrain and tilts her face up to his. Her instincts tell her to behave as she never has before and press herself to him, but her ambition and cautious nature tell her to leave him with a polite goodbye.
She compromises.
"I'm not cold anymore," she whispers, he is so close that nothing more is needed. "But thank you, Castile."
Then she waits, sternly repressing the fury of her unfamiliar emotions, because this is uncharted territory for her.
you are my sunshine
@[Castile]
