NOW THAT I KNOW YOU SO WELL
They're a singing pair, Mako and Garett. Their laughters join in gulps and giggle, noises dancing elegantly around each other. They make music and move to it, little twitches of skin and pleasant shakes of joy. The air fills with elation and Mako, as downtrodden as she had found herself moments before, feels herself bubbling and ballooning with a good mood. So full of air, she thinks she'll float away - and it doesn't look like Garett is keen to deflate her.
Very suddenly, Mako wishes she could read Garett's mind. The desire feels dark and strange, reminding her of the family she's never met in Pangea. Mind readers and demons with all the darkness to carry in the world. How differently she had turned out, despite bearing a violent bloodline on both sides of her parents. The man before her is so vastly different from the world she had imagined herself living in, one full of glory and brimstone and death. Being surrounded by it taught her she was different but still destined to be like the generations before.
And this little magic fluttering, this delicate beating heart, is so starkly opposite.
"O-of me?" Mako parrots, pastel eyes blinking in surprise. A wide, instinctual smile lifts her lips and she just sighs for a moment, staring. "Thunderstorms remind me of you," comes after, accompanied by a laugh. "I've caught myself wondering how you're weathering them by yourself." Mako looks down, scuffs a hoof into the yellowing leaves. A silly thing to think, but the racing in her chest tells her Garett won't find it so insignificant.
Mako looks back up, lashes fluttering as a thick lock of her mane falls over an eye.
"I've thought about you a lot."
@[Garett]