How close is too close? She cannot help but question such a thing as they stand so close and yet so far apart; finally, she has something obtainable right before her and yet, it something she has never been taught. How does one teach their own children what to do when they meet their opposing half? She is at a loss now but it seems... okay, acceptable even that she fumbles through the motions like a lost child. All that worry dissipates as he speaks, confirming what she has thought since the moment the yellow of her eyes had met the smooth hues of his very being. He is like the light of the stars, alluring and yet, he is here and now.
"I'd be okay with that."
Yes, it would be most okay, she thinks, to be along side the one who makes her feel such a way. Who is he to eat her worries and insecurities? She wishes to do the same, leaning in just moments before she moves to listen to those above. He responds quickly, his words tumbling out and she smiles, slow and wide as she shakes her head slowly.
"No name or being is wicked, my Malum. They must have been quite a force to create one such as yourself: my missing half."
Perhaps they truly are complementary in this way alone. He speaks of wickedness and yet she only sees purity.
"As for myself, I am Elara. I was born in Diveen, though I know no home."
She pauses, the words suddenly seeming so much more real now that she has spoken them out loud. She does not ponder them for long and instead, she takes a brave step forward towards him, pausing as she is but inches from him. She is curious. She needs to know what it is like to be whole and so she questions -
"May I?"
- sweeping her gaze down to his shoulder and chest, and unspoken intention lingering in the air. She wishes to touch him. She wishes to feel his heart in sync with her own.