Blood is Thicker Than Water //Trekori, Any\\

[Trekori]

Trekori

i'm freezing, it's not winter yet
but my fingers and toes
are shivering beneath these sheets
and i feel so alone
i don't want to die, i want to sleep

She's quiet as she walks next to me, more than I've heard her be before - though in truth, our conversations in the past have been succinct to say the least. Still, my eyes go to her worriedly every now and then, roaming over her rosey hide, trying to see what's wrong - but it's nothing visual that's wrong, and I know that well enough. A pang of guilt hits me as we trundle in silence; guilt for having torn away this beautiful woman from her family.

But then I catch the way she smiles as the Ischian coast approaches - even if she doesn't catch it herself - and the guilt subsides. She's meant to be here, where she was born. Ischia looks good on her.

Suddenly, she's squealing and prancing away from me, and I stumble clumsily to catch up, enthralled by the liveliness of this darling girl. My amethyst eyes follow where her lavender ones go, catching on the pink shell that stands out against the almost white sand. Curious as to what she will do with the trinket, I watch in astonishment as her eyes close, and some sort of magic bends to her will. Mouth slightly agape, I try to formulate words to express my admiration - but she beats me to it, asking me what I think.

"Wow," I offer lamely, but the grin on my lips is far from lame. I step closer to her, inspecting her handiwork. "I didn't know you could do that! That's incredible... Were you born with that ability?" I want to ask if she was born this incredible, but I know the answer - and besides, after everything I've put her through, poor Karat doesn't deserve to be shamelessly flirted with.

Yet.

@[Karat]