Soon, Altissima knows, she’ll need to voice the secret she’s keeping in her heart. The one she can feel when she sees Tarian’s smile - the one she can almost believe she sees reflected back in his gaze or feel in his touch. The addition of a child has turned this dream very real, but speaking those words would leave no more doubt at all. She’ll have given him all she has, she’ll have finally admitted she’s not someone with a frozen heart and that there is a place in this wild world that she wants to be - with him.
She wonders if Tarian knows by now how his low voice sends warmth through her - and doubly so because she is grateful that the topic does not linger on her past. On things she does not know about her own family. It used to trouble her a great deal until she forced it to stop. Until she buried those feelings somewhere so deep she could never access them again. She’d never tried, and there had been a time when she had run from even the hint of a gold or blue coat.
Here with Tarian, these thoughts do not linger. They have no chance when compared to the sensation of her lips brushing against his cheek, tilting her head after so he might easily touch her in return. The air around them begins to twinkle again, inspired by his words, and a breathless voice is all she has to tease him with when she replies. “The stars and the moon. What a fine match we make.” She’s completely forgotten that they were thinking of names, so thorough is her distraction.
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