[private] putting roots in my dreamland

[Avelina]

Avelina feels a small flicker of worry in the pit of her stomach for the firefly that settles into Isakov’s mane but it’s not hard to see the care with which her friend moves and a few other golden lights settle nearby the one tangled. She’s not worried about what Isakov might do to the new friend he has made - just that it may never emerge again. But, perhaps, that would not be such a terrible thing. It did suit him, those lights in his mane, after all - just as she suspected. She’s not sure if his question is rhetorical or not but she answers anyway in her sweet voice. “If they are, it’s a good dream I do not want to wake from.” He laughs at her teasing and it eases her concern over whether she had been too unkind. The sound of his laughter sends warmth through her and the fireflies around her head dance a little more excitedly in response to this sweet flush. “I never said I preferred them.” She responds in a soft voice, though her eyes sparkle and her smile brightens once more. She ducks her head slightly, just for an instant, but it’s not long before her spring-green eyes are on him again. Why would she ever miss out on a second of looking at him? “What have you been up to since I last saw you? Any adventures?” avelina

@[isakov]