11-24-2018, 01:17 AM
Kali snuck the tiniest little kiss to the end of her Khari’s nose, just brushing her itty bitty bat lips against his velvety softness as he nuzzled her. She didn’t bother to look other than the quickest peek, just long enough to see he was a little goldish in color but not shiny or scaly like Amet. Oh. Her face fell a little and she wondered not for the first time since they’d come down from the mountain how her friend was doing. What had happened to him in the six years they’d been gone. The just a week, for them.
Sure, she thought softly, more because he sounded so soft and hopeful than because she actually wanted to make a new friend. What was the point? They all disappeared anyhow. She sighed softly and snuggled deeper into his mane, letting him do all the talking.
It was good to hear him sounding happy and friendly and kinda cheery again. Not as big or as smiley as he used to be, but she was hardly one to fault him for being bummed out or at least not actively chipper. His words flowed out like honey though, and she listened to them dripping from his lips with a cozy little sigh. She loved his voice so, so much, had since the very first time she’d heard it. And it had only gotten better.
It was especially nice when he was chatting with a stranger, coaxing someone new toward easy comfort with him. He was such a bright, sparkly person, with such a perfect smile. It was good to hear it again in his voice, even dimmed a little. Love you, Khari, she thought softly, with even a little smile in her mind.
When he told her he didn’t think the other boy could see, she tilted her head and perked up a little, curious. Then how’d he get there? Where’d he come from? It had to be awful hard to get to an island without being able to see it! She peeked out to look at him, but didn’t make a sound, didn’t make her presence known at all, just studied him quietly with big brown eyes.
Sure, she thought softly, more because he sounded so soft and hopeful than because she actually wanted to make a new friend. What was the point? They all disappeared anyhow. She sighed softly and snuggled deeper into his mane, letting him do all the talking.
It was good to hear him sounding happy and friendly and kinda cheery again. Not as big or as smiley as he used to be, but she was hardly one to fault him for being bummed out or at least not actively chipper. His words flowed out like honey though, and she listened to them dripping from his lips with a cozy little sigh. She loved his voice so, so much, had since the very first time she’d heard it. And it had only gotten better.
It was especially nice when he was chatting with a stranger, coaxing someone new toward easy comfort with him. He was such a bright, sparkly person, with such a perfect smile. It was good to hear it again in his voice, even dimmed a little. Love you, Khari, she thought softly, with even a little smile in her mind.
When he told her he didn’t think the other boy could see, she tilted her head and perked up a little, curious. Then how’d he get there? Where’d he come from? It had to be awful hard to get to an island without being able to see it! She peeked out to look at him, but didn’t make a sound, didn’t make her presence known at all, just studied him quietly with big brown eyes.