oh, these wings, they flicker and my feathers stir
'til I'm an ancient soul in a cascade world
If he wonders why she speaks so loudly, he doesn’t let it show. After all, there’s clearly something slightly…other about her, and he knows it’s not polite to ask. Perhaps it has something to do with the length of her ears or perhaps she was just simple—it wasn’t really for him to decide. Instead he just focuses on how happy Astrum looks as she spins around them, practically radiating her joy.
He’s never seen her quite this happy before, and he’s not certain he trusts it.
Still, she looks kind enough and so he is not entirely unhappy to have been dragged into this conversation. He shakes out his mane a little and settles, watching as the star moves away from him to circle around the pair of them, greeting the fae with tiny dips and swirls, flirtatious arcs and then friendly spins.
“She is,” he answers, wondering if perhaps she wishes that she could answer for herself. He’s never thought about it before—mostly because she was so content with just the two of them and speaking was not necessary in their dynamic. This was the first time that she had ever wanted to interact with someone else before—and now she was completely reliant on him to pass along her messages to someone else.
He shrugs a little. “Her,” a shy smile that quickly disappears. “And I’ve always had her.”
A pause as he thinks on the words a little.
“Or, rather, we had each other. I don’t think she’s mine any more than I am hers.”
In response, the star glows a little smugly, content with his answer.
and I'm quick with the bullet when it comes undone
I got a head like a turret with a mouth for a gun