⬩ Voyager ⬩
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Their familiarity had indeed grown away from strangers, she had taken chances to be affectionate and even offered a name few had ever been allowed to use, but she can tell that he’s disappointed. Her ears turn backwards. He and she had only known one another for so short a time and it makes her wonder sometimes, why was he so sensitive in silence when she tried to be close on the terms he’d told her he’d follow?
It had been interest that had brought her, affection that kept her, but to have a fully blossomed sweetness was simply not what she was accustomed to so fast. As if they had met on a speed-date and then were suddenly engaged after a scant few sentences exchanged. His dismay is palpable and it makes her shift uncomfortably, feeling odd to have guilt pricking at her heart over her lack of custom with the delicateness presumed in names like darling and dear when she had not known him for even a moon’s span. Was it always so easy for others to fold into the embrace of those they’d never really known?
Her ears twist from backwards to the sides, upset to upset him but also upset that she should feel upset. At least, she thinks, he responds to her olive branch, telling him that she sleeps well in his care. She wonders how she should go about spending more time with him, learning how to accept the kind of natural sweetness she’d never grown up to know or expect. "I know I disappoint you sometimes," she says quietly, "but my people were vagabonds and rabble rousers. Sweetness was weakness and often implied that the one receiving it was someone to coddle or were too prim for the life outside. I do not mean to disappoint you, but I will need more time to know you, to feel that togetherness." Her ears flick back again on her blackened head.
"I think I like you, as I have not liked others before even, but I think that your heart is more open to the things that make a love and mine was trained to be wary and guarded. No one hurt me, but the perception of sweetness and tenderness was not one favored." She tilts her head, leaning from one forefoot to the other in discomfort, "Maybe we should spend some more time together, tell me more about yourself."
OF THE LUTHIEN FOREST
▻ mare - mutt - wild bay dun pangare splash sabino, gulastra plume - 14.3 hh ◅