Swiftcurrent Creek Opening I

The boy blinked owlishly at the woman, his dark eyes widening and brows raising. Him? Beautiful?  His ears pulled back as he grew flustered, the hot rush of blood warming his cheeks and ears. If he were a lighter shade perhaps it would be apparent through the thin fur on his face. 

He thought of his Sayyadina, a woman spun of darkness and beauty who no doubt passed her genetics onto him. He longed for the smell of her fur, the gentle sound of her voice, and the lulling she sung most nights he was unable to sleep. Oh, how he missed her presence. 

It was then he noticed he'd been silent far too long, lost within the memories of mind, an affliction his sire berated far too many times to count. Blinking away the distant memories Ikaros stared at the golden woman with flickering amusement. 

"I—I'm sorry? Dance? Im afraid I don't know how." An odd request he didn't expect, but not one he would pass. "Will you teach me?"