It does not seem strange to him, how easily they relax in one another’s company. Something about Natu had a way of unwinding Sleekwing, putting all of his stresses to rest simply by keeping conversation with her. Perhaps it was the tone of her voice, or the honesty in her stark blue eyes. He was unsure what it was about her that made him so comfortable, but rather than question it, he simply enjoyed it. Her face seemed to light up as he commended the notion of training her boy, and his own tail swished back and forth more energetically at her delight. An idea occurred to him then, and he rose to a sitting position as she joked about him being a bit shyer than her. “Would you like to help me with a training activity I had in mind for him? I’d like to test his ability to track a wolf, and perhaps working towards finding you in a hypothetically-distraught situation would test him.” His brows lifted inquisitively, hoping she might agree to such a thing. Besides, once Sven did discover and ‘rescue’ her, the three of them might enjoy some time together, perhaps quelling whatever timidity the boy did have.

He hadn’t really thought about the fact that most of the population of Spirane was unaware of his fatherhood. Of course Daenerys knew, but for the most part Sleekwing did not speak of them much. He’d fathered a litter for his imprint and her mate because they had so desired a family, and his soul could not deny her. He’d always wanted to be a father, and though it had not been perhaps the family he had dreamed of having, he sometimes feared it was the only chance he would ever have. Dark blue pools, tinted in lavender, looked to icy blues as he spoke of them. His nervousness must have read through, for she speaks words of encouragement then and his smile quirks slightly, glad for her comment. Once more she seemed to have the power to subdue his anxieties and allow him to relax.

His own tail continues its brisk waving across the ground, sporadically given to thump against the ground to display his pleasure. She spoke of how Daenerys had challenged her, and Sleekwing nodded with a grin. His sister provided a rule that was perhaps at times demanding to abide by, but was far from boring. Spirane was a most pleasant of places to live, and every day he was more and more grateful for her leadership and proud of her at the same time. As she wrinkled her nose, Sleekwing did not even give thought before he reached forward and pressed his nose into the fur where her neck and shoulder met, inhaling her perfume. “I must beg to disagree, you smell quite lovely indeed,” he said as he withdrew, tail thrumming about happily.

Her challenge was met with a rise to his paws, his tail rising to wave joyfully through the air. “Challenge accepted!” He said with a laugh, turning and leaping from the rock so that they might sail through the air together, a synchronous splash of water erupting around their forms. Once his head lifts above the water, he seeks out her form, simply watching her for a moment as she takes a drink, before propelling his form forward. He paddles up next to her, swimming beside her and bathing in the coolness of the water and the loveliness of her company.