You own me like whispers in poetry

Basilisk eyed the birds curiously as he watched them dance in the sky above, before landing in Ignita’s reach where she could feed and name the creature. He moved slowly forward, careful not to chase away the other bird and ruin Ignitas fun. He didn’t speak until he had stopped beside her, leaning ever so slightly against her smaller frame. “I thought Thunder had been courting someone.” he said thoughtfully, and here was the evidence that it might be so. Perhaps it was fitting… that if the birds became mated pairs, they would stick with Ignita and Basilisk.

He leaned over, cupping his head down until his lips could find Ignita. He brushed his tongue against her muzzle, his eyes already growing warm. “I think he likes the name just fine.” He told her. His eyes lingering on her own golden pair as he raised a paw and cupped it under her chin. He’d taken away her herbs, and they hadn’t really had a good conversation since that day he made a mess of her den. Through it wasn’t conversation on his mind as he looked at her now.