She can feel him so plainly against her shoulder - as firm as the pressure of the ground beneath her body she lays atop in reality.
The answer she expects does not align with the one he offers. And she worries, as she turns her shaggy head towards him with a questioning tilt, that that lack of connection was her doing - or not doing. It was possible her dream magic did not transcend the realities as she had thought it did, and perhaps her contact was one-sided versus the multi-faceted she had previously believed it to be.
When her fallen gaze reaches back to him, there is a fraction of disappointment tinting her cool, gray eyes. Disappointment, not for the benefit of herself, but for the lack of effect in what she deemed proper of comforting someone. What was the point of a hug or a reassuring touch if you could not feel it?
Catcher moves to sit, wrapping her tail across her paws hidden beneath the emerald grass without straying from his side. But you should make feel something, he says, and she smiles at that. It wasn’t as she had thought again, another error acknowledged on her part, but now she understands.
”I’ve got nothing but time. Do you want to talk about it, Firen?” she asks softly, into the breeze sweeping across the still warmly glowing field. “I'd like to help you."
@[Firen]
The answer she expects does not align with the one he offers. And she worries, as she turns her shaggy head towards him with a questioning tilt, that that lack of connection was her doing - or not doing. It was possible her dream magic did not transcend the realities as she had thought it did, and perhaps her contact was one-sided versus the multi-faceted she had previously believed it to be.
When her fallen gaze reaches back to him, there is a fraction of disappointment tinting her cool, gray eyes. Disappointment, not for the benefit of herself, but for the lack of effect in what she deemed proper of comforting someone. What was the point of a hug or a reassuring touch if you could not feel it?
Catcher moves to sit, wrapping her tail across her paws hidden beneath the emerald grass without straying from his side. But you should make feel something, he says, and she smiles at that. It wasn’t as she had thought again, another error acknowledged on her part, but now she understands.
”I’ve got nothing but time. Do you want to talk about it, Firen?” she asks softly, into the breeze sweeping across the still warmly glowing field. “I'd like to help you."
@[Firen]
