living daze
08-09-2015, 08:42 PM
Lark liked Calypsei. Not necessarily in any kind of romantic way, but in a way he hadn't felt toward anyone else - mostly because she was not family, not his blood, and he owed nothing to her. The fact that she was in Abaven meant he felt some sort of protection over her, for one could contribute greatly to the entire group. And yet he enjoyed her company now, more than he had before, and it was a strange feeling to him. The silence was not awkward, but it was heavy, and he would stare at his reflection quietly as their conversation fell away. He was grateful when she asked if he wanted to walk, nodding slowly as he turned to face her and pull himself onto all fours. "Okay," he would answer her after a moment of thought. Lark, for once, was content to follow - a rarity for him. Finally he would settle near her, maintaining a comfortable distance as he plopped down on his stomach. His own paws would dangle over the edge of the ground, his neck stretching slightly as he shuffled closer to the water. Suddenly, one paw would dip into the water, moving quickly to splash some water up at her as he turned to face her to assess her reaction. |
