Sviko cannot even begin to guess at her thoughts. She has been be enigma to him all this time. One that he cannot seem to stop thinking about. Dark hair, peppered skin, and an affection for the sea that he feels growing in him but lacks half the zeal that he senses is in her. The sea defines her as if she was a fabled siren… but he has to stop himself there, still feeling her shoulder beneath his cheek.
Something in him tells him to tread slowly with her, as if she was too wild and might spook at any moment. He sure didn’t want her to run away, afraid he might never see her again if he stepped wrong in conversation or deed. So he listened, flicking one golden ear back to the sound of her voice that came up out of her so small and quiet even as he stood right next to her.
“Why?” he asks gently, not quite understanding why someone as sweet as her would ever wish to be invisible. He can feel her tremble and he stops his exploration, having no desire to cause her trepidation. Sviko sensed a fragility in her that needed a calm slow touch despite how fervent and fast his heart beat at the sight and smell of her. He knew what was happening; had seen it in his siblings - this change to the world they had always known as themselves and each other.
It was an expansion of thought and feeling, especially towards someone not in relation to them. The kind of someone could become just as important as a sibling but wasn’t exactly that - he just couldn’t bring himself to even think of the word at the moment but he knew it had four letters in it. Four very important letters that condensed it down into one very important word.
She’s still trembling and he’s not sure how to make it stop but his mouth climbs to the nape of her neck, and he begins to comb his teeth through the curls and clumps of mane and windknot there. He can feel her lips find his own shoulder and linger there, but the hesitancy makes itself known and so he continues to pull on her hair lightly before grasping at her withers with gentle teeth that groom not bite. Sviko almost questions if she really missed him (usually no one does, or they never voice it) but he can hear the truth in her tone and finds himself smiling between mouthfuls of her skin.
“Mmmppff,” he mumbles before again. “I think I’d be sad if you didn’t.” it is a bit of light jest as he brings his face towards hers so that he can look in her eyes - let her see just how much she’s already gotten under his skin. He wants to ask her things like where did she come from before that party on the beach, and why is she alone, but he doesn’t. There is time for that later, when she trusts him more to talk about those things.
@[Achlyss] mwah!