Lost little lamb

Ignita started something at his paws, something that involved wire and the crystals he had gifted her. He watched her work, almost mesmerised by the ease in which she did so. He knew she saw the world around him in a different way, saw what could be improved, or turned into something else entirely.

He lowered his head onto one of his paws, watching her work. Not at all offended when she gently tugged her paw away from him. Her mind was already clearly spinning off in new directions as she envisioned the gems into something else. Hmmm… he wasn’t good with emotions, his or others. What was it about her that drew him to her? How could she say she loved him with actions instead of words?

“Touch.” He said softly, not lifting his head. “Brushing against me, reaching for my paw. I didn’t like physical touch as much before I met you. When you do so, I know you're there, and with me, and feeling something.” His voice was still soft, wondering if she would understand what he meant. That touch filled in for a lot of the words he didn’t know how to speak.

"Basilisk Fatalis"