Jade Fern Grove Superstition aims with imprecision

he feels odd as he watches pheiros, uncertain how to react. he's never had this effect on anyone before, much less someone who affects him the same way. then the boy compliments him — and for a moment, all he can think about is how much he wishes alamar thought that too. he would give anything to hear the prickly morales tell him that he has pretty eyes.
but then he feels bad for thinking about someone else, when there's a cutie right in front of him. a much nicer one. he should be good enough, right? i-i do? when he finally finds his voice again, it's a little shaky. he tries to smooth it out as he continues. um... would you like to take a walk with me? a walk. lame. he chides himself, but he still hopes pheiros accepts.