If the Crown Fits
Curiousity.
It's gets the best of us sometimes. Without it though much would go unexplained, unventured in their world. Talking of his Father was not a pleasant conversation, but she did ask. His blue eyes shift from her emerald gaze. Finding her shoulder and resting there. He reaches forward slowly, gently tracing a spot on her speckled hide. A memory revisited in his mind. He had been young then, very young. He remembers the hunk of flesh ripped from his mothers body. Crimson blood trailing down her forelimb. Pooling at her feet. Though the memory is horrific his pulse doesn't quicken, breathing remains steady. He simply brushes along her hide as if touching his mothers. "He is not kind," he says in almost a distant whisper. He retracts his lips from her skin to turn into her. Staring into the green pools that are her eyes, "No one deserves to be treated that way. He finds amusement in torturing those he loves. Killing those he doesn't."
He leaves it at that. She is quick to distract him from those memories. Flaunting her long locks and jesting him. Her smile is captivating and he can't help but stare. Running and swimming... Flowers, she lists the activities of the kingdom. He hasn't ran since the falling of his home. He took life at a leisurely pace. Swimming though was a natural attraction to him. He had been born on the beaches of Pangea and his mother found comfort in the vast waters so they had often spent their days watching the gulls. Every so often a pod of dolphins graced us with their presence. He wasn't aware that they were a small part if him. Flowers though were something he had not thought much of. As she motioned to the field of flora his gaze shifted. Noting all the hues scattered amongst the emerald. His shoulders turned to the field, facing in the same direction she was. His ebony ears swiveled as she continued, an amused tone to her voice. He can't help but grin and muse back, "Very funny, Kuma."
He motions forward towards the field, "Shall we?" He questions if she'd be his escort on such a glorious spring day.
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