Her surprise only makes him laugh. Everything to her was fascinating and exciting. If Zeik had lived his life with half as much emotion as Felinae had, he wonders how he could have even survived at all. He’d be taken by wanderlust and simply disappear from Beqanna. But he’s glad she hasn’t had those thoughts, and he’s equally glad he answered her bold call. He mistakes her charisma with his gift as naievity, not knowing that she too possesses the same power. Her glance at his back causes him to join in, and he gazes over his shoulder to also view the wingless entity that was his spine. “I am.” He says, proud over this fact.
He turns back to see her smile, and her nose collides with his, this time with a certainty and boldness that he can appreciate. She moves closer, and Zeik is eager to allow her into his space, reaching out to gently stroke her azure cheek with his dark lips. He suddenly has a million questions for her, and he wants to spend their time more carefully now, and away from prying eyes. Not for the reason one would think, but because he’s never had someone to mentally and physically stimulate him the way Felinae does. It’s unreal.
When she speaks again Zeik knows he’s won her over. It’s an intriguing sensation that courses through him and leaves his mind in shambles. She steps away, but this time Zeik isn’t having it. He moves with her, circling around her slowly until they’re parallel with each other, and his side brushes gently against hers. “Far from it.” He comments, playing idly with her mane. He’s inspired then, and he grins, stepping quickly away from her so that she can view all of him. “Would you like to see my other form?” He asks, ears tipped forward in a lively fashion.
He doesn’t wait, and his body contorts, folding in on itself until he’s shifted completely in the blink of an eye (Practice makes perfect.) What remains is a proud-looking peregrine falcon, with sleek, grey-blue feathers and a sharp predator's gaze. He beats his wings, lifting himself from the ground in one swift motion before falling again in a bird-like hop. Another moment passes and he’s shifted again, back to the Zeik Felinae knows well. “Ta-da.” He says, sheepishly ducking his head for a moment. He wonders what she’ll think, and suddenly he’s conscious of his gift. It was just a bird, after all. Nothing special. He hopes that Felinae is still somewhat impressed, so he raises his head and anticipates her reaction.
Everything we are and used to be is buried and gone