Hushed Willows You Won't Leave the Table, She Won't Leave Your Mind

A high, breathy giggle left Dante's lips as the sylph remarked on her winged companion, quiet and fond as his eyes swept over her face, chest becoming a bit fluttery at it all. He watched her contemplatively as she spoke, maybe only partially-present for the conversation, to caugh up in his own thoughts to truly absorb all she was saying. He made sure to nod politely throughout though, not so unfocused as to come across as though he wasn't listening at all. 

Their...'friendship' was something that had flourished quickly, and even Dante- who considered himself a regular friend-maker- felt as though he should've been surprised by the way their relationship had grown over the short period of time the two had known each other. However, he couldn't seem to find the shock he expected within himself. The boy found an odd sort of comfort in Lumiya, as though the bond that was blooming between them, not unlike the spring that blossomed around them, was invevitable. They were different, certainly, and had only crossed each other's paths by happenstance, and yet. Yet, every interaction the young man had had with Lumiya felt effortlessly natural, and intentional. Even when the boy grew nervous or embarassed, there was an underlying solace that quelled any real doubts he may've otherwise had about whether or not the girl actually wished to spend time with him. 

Dante's eyes flicked to the bird with surprise and slight amusement as a mouse was dropped at his paws, and he quickly glanced at Lumiya, offering a bright grin before he lowered his head to the ground to capture the kill in his jaws. Dante leaned back up, a cheeky remark halfway to his lips, but quickly stilled again, taking pause as he observed the soft interaction that occured between the sprite and her owl. He couldn't hear the words exchanged, but a tightness pooled in his chest nonetheless. Dante could adit that he was perhaps a bit of soft at heart, and the quiet moment between the two did nothing to hide that side of the boy. He continued to look at her, a soft, slightly enamored look on his face lingering for a few seconds before Lumiya spoke once again. 

"Yeah of-" the yearling's voice came out slightly scratchy, and he quickly cleared his throat, glancing down momentarily as his pelt heated. "Yeah of course. We should- um. We should do this...more," he ended in a chuckle, once again amused by the level of tupidity he managed to pull when he spoke to Lumiya. The boy met her eyes once again, flicking softly over her face before smiling softly. I'll see you around, love, he spoke airily, before turning away from the girl. As he padded down the bank of the stream, throwing her one final glance over his shoulder before he disappeared into the willows once more.