to find freedom, avelina

[Avelina]

He does not elaborate on the problems his family has and though she is curious, she decides against asking about them. Though he has said his family is not like hers, she wonders if thoughts of his family are has heavy as the ones she carries about hers - and she cannot quite bring herself to be the one to ask a question that might give rise to unpleasant thoughts. And, just a little, she’s unwilling to break the peaceful spell that descends around them as he touches her shoulder again, lingering there this time so she knows she did not make it up. Avelina smiles as he tells her she needn’t be quiet, murmuring the words against her shoulder and she leans into his touch just slightly. At the same moment her muzzle dances across his star-strewn neck - a feather-light caress that is as gentle as everything else she does. Gentle enough to be ignored if desired, though these are not thoughts the young girl yet has. “I’d like that, to not be quiet for once.” Though her voice makes her uncertainty in that statement plain. Would she like not being quiet? Had she already, at this young age, cocooned herself in the relative safety of a quiet, unacknowledged life? Enough that a simple request from a new friend should send her heart skittering as though she were about to make a jump and was not completely sure there would be solid ground on the other side? Avelina hasn't tried to fly as a bird yet but she wonders if this is what it would feel like before the air caught her wings. She is not an expert in being loud, so she defers to him - her soft green eyes brightening with a cautious excitement. “But… how should I start?” How does one go from being quiet to… not? avelina

@[isakov]