The Sunspire iii. please take my hands

I have an especial fondness for the kooks. <3

 

there was a tickling instinct to shake her head when he questioned her answer though lótë stayed the urge -- sensing it was rhetorical. peridots flickered to meet the man's golden eyes but dropped again as he continued. 

she found it difficult to meet his piercing gaze for long. 

"aiwë," she returned softly. 

the herd-stalker found herself lacking for conversation, vaguely unnerved by the intensity of seth's personality. she glanced to the stream again as they lulled into a heavy silence, the dark corners of him in her peripherals ensuring she remained acutely aware of his presence.