Frustration begins to eat at Altissima. She sees him reach to touch her but it is such a gentle movement, so faint, that she isn’t entirely sure it’s happening or not. Her head lowers and she is no longer pretending to be looking up at the stars.
She can’t puzzle out what looks like a rueful expression on his face, especially not when it’s combined with him matching her movement. And she’s just about to give him an out - or maybe give herself one - when he reaches for her again.
Altissima doesn’t notice the firefly, or how it flies away when she shifts her stance again. As she angles her neck closer to him, pressing it into his silver muzzle. Her entire focus is on him, eyes hovering somewhere between peace and joy - indigo and violet. They’re almost too close now, so that when he is touching her she cannot easily do the same. Altissima considers moving so they can face each other but she finds herself unwilling to move away from his side just yet.
Instead she speaks, her voice still quiet - teasing. It's dangerous, the game she switches to - questions she doesn't really want to know the answer to. But she's just decided she's not going to move right now and she has to do something. “Is there no princess you’d rather spend your time with?” Another small shift of her body - wondering if she can get close enough that he’ll drape his wing over her and she can press into his side or if it will be pinned between them. “No lady of the court.” Her tail flicks, the silver strands of it long enough to light brushing against the hind leg of his that's closest to her - luckily the uninjured one. “One with impeccable manners, perhaps. One that would agree with you on everything.”
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