Moonspear Snack Pack

She offered compliments so easily, and the inkwell found himself flustered by the manner in which she seemed to comment on his cloak and the color of his eyes. It was not every day that the boy was marveled at by anyone other than his scrutinizing family. When she had spoke of the greatness that existed within him, the dark young beast looked at her with a curious glow in the warmth of his eyes. How could she know of the greatness inside of him? She had only just met him, after all. Nevertheless, Atlas did not feel as though his new friend deserved to be left without compliments of her own.
 
“But you… you seem to be as peaceful as freshly fallen snow,” he murmured, voice rumbling from the back of his throat. The pale colors of her coat helped with the mental image. There was something bubbly beneath that – something beyond what he could see. Atlas felt like the peace she offered was something only he could feel and that it was foolish to have tried to offer her such remarks. The boy’s cheeks burned hot with his embarrassment.