11-22-2019, 05:03 PM
He worried for a moment that he had misjudged his nose, and the trail had run him wrong. Perhaps this was simply a place she had stopped in, and he was speaking to thin air. Or worse, an unfamiliar horse might be watching him and think he was simply crazy. Either way, it was a relief to hear her voice at last.
Her voice was as sweet as he remembered, but heavy with some unknown emotion. Sorry or worry, maybe. Weighty things that seemed wrong for such a lovely creature to be feeling. His smile dimmed a little, wanting to know the source of her melancholy but knowing it wasn't his place to pry. If she wanted to talk about flowers, well, then they could talk about flowers.
"They sound like great kids," he offered, amused by the idea of her bashful relations. A little piece of him also worried that perhaps he'd made a mistake in bringing the blooms to her. Was it a childish thing to do? Too late now though for second thoughts. Now he must pay attention to the moment they were living in.
His ears twisted in their usual manner, picking up the birdsong and the wind in the pines. The little catches in Lilli's breathing and the not too far off thunder of waves breaking on a beach. He'd know that sound anywhere. All this was stored in his mind for later reference.
"Can't say I'm sorry to see the cold go either. Winter's never been the easiest season for me..." He trailed off, not wanting to draw attention to his poor condition. He knew he looked rough, even if he couldn't see for himself. He searched for a change of subject, latching onto the sounds he had collected a moment ago.
"Is there a shoreline here?" He asked, feeling more certain as a whisp of salt air mingled with the scents of the flowers, and of Lilli. The salt tang made him a little nostalgic for the island, for his family. They held brine in their blood, and he'd be lying if he said the ocean didn't have its own kind of hold on him was well. Not in the same way, maybe, but it was exciting learn that the land he'd come to might connect them all the same.
@[lilliana]
Her voice was as sweet as he remembered, but heavy with some unknown emotion. Sorry or worry, maybe. Weighty things that seemed wrong for such a lovely creature to be feeling. His smile dimmed a little, wanting to know the source of her melancholy but knowing it wasn't his place to pry. If she wanted to talk about flowers, well, then they could talk about flowers.
"They sound like great kids," he offered, amused by the idea of her bashful relations. A little piece of him also worried that perhaps he'd made a mistake in bringing the blooms to her. Was it a childish thing to do? Too late now though for second thoughts. Now he must pay attention to the moment they were living in.
His ears twisted in their usual manner, picking up the birdsong and the wind in the pines. The little catches in Lilli's breathing and the not too far off thunder of waves breaking on a beach. He'd know that sound anywhere. All this was stored in his mind for later reference.
"Can't say I'm sorry to see the cold go either. Winter's never been the easiest season for me..." He trailed off, not wanting to draw attention to his poor condition. He knew he looked rough, even if he couldn't see for himself. He searched for a change of subject, latching onto the sounds he had collected a moment ago.
"Is there a shoreline here?" He asked, feeling more certain as a whisp of salt air mingled with the scents of the flowers, and of Lilli. The salt tang made him a little nostalgic for the island, for his family. They held brine in their blood, and he'd be lying if he said the ocean didn't have its own kind of hold on him was well. Not in the same way, maybe, but it was exciting learn that the land he'd come to might connect them all the same.
@[lilliana]