Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Even though he recognizes the sarcasm in her voice, Gale continues to nod, as though he’d not seen her rolling eyes or wide grin. He’s smiling himself because he anticipates the surprise of her seeing it beneath the sun, and also because he’s found it is rather difficult for him to not smile with Mazikeen nearby.
His eyes trace across her recent wounds one last time before settling back on her face. When the injuries heal, will they scar white like the rest of her, he wonders? Or perhaps the black of her markings? His own injuries (many added during the alliance) heal without a dimple in his flesh, though the hair that returns to cover them is always the flaxen gold of his cremello coat. They match the natural brindling of his coat, appearing to be a new stripe rather than a healed injury. Gale has mostly convinced himself that he’s okay with not having battle scars to prove himself to anything with eyes, but there are times he definitely feels the opposite.
She offers him a tour with enthusiasm, and Gale’s blue ears flick forward at the mention of a sea monster. He knows that there’s one in the waters of Ischia, but this is the first he’s heard mention of another. “A sea monster in a lake…” he muses aloud, lost in thought – do they consider themselves aptly named? – brought out only by Mazikeen’s soft chuckle and following admission.
“I’m relieved to hear it,” Gale replies, with a smile that matches her own. “Perhaps someday she might even become fond of me.” Then he winks, something he’s seen Pteron pull off enough times to successfully mimic his elder brother’s charm. Except then he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do after the wink, so he looks back up at the sky right away.
@[Mazikeen]
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Gale
