can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars,
I could really use a wish right now;
She has never seen anyone as radiant as he — briliant, and somehow still so soft. He reminds her a little bit of her mother, but Ryatah’s color does not possess the same luminance. He is truly ethereal, with a serenity to match, and it makes her feel as though she is glowing from the inside just to be near him. She does not move from him when he reaches for her, and instead she finds herself leaning towards him, her small frame pressing into his. Her skin feels warm where his nose has touched her, and she lets her own satin-soft lips to caress just briefly against his neck, a smile resting easily on her lips.
”It is beautiful, isn’t it? Beqanna has another island that I’ve been to, where a part of it is covered in snow all the time.” Her voice is soft, nearly a whisper, as though she is telling him something that should be a secret, just for the two of them. Her dark brown eyes glimmer as she turns her gaze away from him to look at the shimmering lights again, wondering what sort of power was needed to produce something so lovely, and wishing she had it. ”I’m glad that you are here, too. I didn’t think I would know anyone.”
He asks her how she is, and she is briefly reminded of the ache in her bones, and she wonders if he can feel the fever as it radiates off her body, or can recognize the glossiness to her eyes. ”I’ve been okay,” she starts off cautiously, almost too shy to divulge what she is about to say next, not wanting him to think she was weak or trying to complain. ”I got sick, that day in the playground, I think. It’s...the only time I’ve never been in a safe land.” But she shakes her head, ridding her face of the worry that had previously been there. She touches her muzzle just lightly to his cheek, a flicker of concern in her eyes as she asks softly, ”How have you been? Are you sick, too?”
@[aegean]