He is younger than she is, but it seems not so big a gap between them when regarding their demeanor. It feels to Luk as though she might have been coddled as a child -- there is a naivety feeling in the way she seems to leap at the chance for new experiences. Had she been holed up in a den her whole life? She stares at him and he cannot know that her name had been a secret, being told by Sorcha and her friend Dawnlust that there was someone to be met named Coquette.
“Sorry for staring, I'm just not used to complete strangers knowing my name, my real name anyway, and I'm afraid you've caught me a bit off guard. I am, in fact, Coquette, and here you have found me.”
It makes sense to him, then. She was like the Alpha of Asteraia, or Daenerys, adopting names that were meaning rather than moniker, how interesting. Or well, at least not usual, in any case. It seemed pointless in his mind, but whatever floated their boats was just fine, he guessed. Then, he broaches the topic of a date on the beach and she seems stuck like a skipping record again. “You're Luk! The blind date? It's been so long I'd nearly forgotten about that! I was so looking forward to meeting you and now - here we are. Fate can be funny like that I suppose.” He feels a small laugh bubble pop in his chest and almost puff out his mouth, but he supposed that a cheerful date was not the worst thing ever...
He asks, then, if he ought to ask permission from her brother- and again he is given a pleasant reply to his supposition. “While the gesture is… handsome, the idea is laughable. Even if you were to find my brother he would be far too wrapped up in his own "problems", you would be lucky as I to get a response. So, with my permission, I would love to… date.” He laughs honestly this time, amused that she could be as caustic as his mind seemed to get without his permission. It makes him feel at least semi-comforted and companionable.
He tosses his head then in the direction of the beach, likely considering what she would think of their little island across the barrier of sea water. It was warm enough now to go there, if she wasn’t the sort to fret salt in the fur. “It’s this way. I thought I’d invite you to see the Glorall island, we call it Riopat after a healer who once lived here. It is a bit of salty-travel, but there is a river to wash out salt if it worries you. You can get a great view of the upper plateau of Diveen there too. Turns out it’s rather nice to see when it gets later in the day.” More words than he usually offers because, well, why not. Isn’t a date supposed to be informative? “It looks like a rainbow in the right light.”
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