Tarian gets the hint, and Altissima relaxes a little more next to him - a small sound of approval escaping her when he tugs on her mane, turning into a breathly laugh as he teases her. But her breathlessness comes more from the sensation of him laughing against her neck - she will never tire of these moments. How they can send such delight through her.
The twinkling air around her turns into a steady glow, the sunshine wrapping her blue-tinted skin and making her shine underneath his wing. “You can call me Glowy if you want, but I won’t respond to it like I do Wildling.” She teases back, wishing there was enough room to press into him more but she had already taken care of that and she doesn’t want to move her neck enough that he will take any attention away from it.
There is still a thrill when they use each other’s names though, when they are Tarian and Altissima instead of Glow Worm and Wildling or any other nickname they can think of. She doesn't know if she'll ever forget what it was like to hear him say hers for the first time.
Altissima feels an old ache listening as Tarian gives her another glimpse into his family. Sharing the meaning of his name, his father and grandfather. He had such a full history, knew so much of those that came before him in his family. She knew she must have grandparents, but she had no idea what their names were or if they meant anything.
She means to tease him about his name, or to tell him how much she loves that meaning behind it (or a combination of the two) but his question causes a small frown to form instead - some light blue mixing with the violet as she glances away from him and watches the leaves above them instead. Name their child after her? “I don’t know what my name means. And Altissima Junior doesn’t exactly flow off the tongue.”
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