After her travels with her grandmother, Aslatiel had a lot to think about. The old wolf had urged the child to learn control. Thankfully, she didn't try to alter or do away with Asla's dark thoughts, she simply wanted her to learn when to show them and when to keep them to herself. The girl couldn't dispute her grandmother's wisdom. Showing her less than savory nature at the wrong time had brought her quite a bit of trouble. And so she walked and she thought. There was a peacefulness within her that she hadn't felt in a long time. She sorely needed it. Small paws carried the girl through Ashen territory. She often made her way to the beach. The warm sand and the dull lull of waves was very comforting and calming. The birds weren't terribly loud today, which was nice. The cream and grey girl settled herself in a little divot in the sand, tucking her front paws like a cat. She lowered her head, resting her chin upon the warm, pale sand. If she wasn't careful, she'd quickly fall asleep. The sun was getting lower in the sky, but it wouldn't be dark yet for quite some time. She had a lot of time to rest and contemplate. "Speech"

The beach was a calming place for the boy, memories of the early days of his life when his parents would play with them in the shallows, and nothing bad had ever happened to him here... And as his paint-dipped paws carried him towards the sounds of lapping waves he was prepared for simply a moment of peace. But a familiar scent reached him and the boy stopped for a moment, his eyes slowly growing wide and his heart starting to hammer in his chest, he was certain it was audible. Sky blue gaze swept the beach, not seeing anything at first, then on another pass, he found the form curled into a divot in the sand, looking pretty cozy, her pelt helping her to blend in. A lump formed in Mojito's throat and he shifted on his paws for a moment, certain she hadn't noticed him yet and he wasn't sure what to do. Swallowing hard the boy summoned his courage and started moving towards the girl. His mind was whirling with possibilities of what to say... and as soon as he was too close to turn around it went totally blank. Mojito flashed the girl a smile, though it was clear he was nervous. "Hey uh... mind if I join you?" He finally managed to say, and he had to fight down a wince as he heard his voice waver, why did he sound so much like a child? "Speech"

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Grey ears perked as a hesitant voice pulled the girl from her thoughts. Raising her large wine colored eyes, Aslatiel was pleasantly surprised to see one of the wolf dogs that belonged to Ashen. She searched her mind for his name and quickly came away with it. "Mojito," the cream and grey girl practically purred. She had always adored his ears. Even now her gaze strayed to them. They just looked sooooo soft! The slightly older boy asked if he might join her and Asla nodded, a smile still playing on her features. It would be nice to spend some time with someone that wasn't her family. She had no relation to Mojito and he was very close to her in age. Perhaps they could talk. He might understand her current emotional state. Leaning to the side, Asla used her paws on the left side of her body to push some sand aside, making the divot where she lay a bit wider. If he wanted to lay with her, he'd have to lay pretty close. She was sneaky like that. "Speech"

The girl graced him with his own name and Mojito damn near fainted. The way his name sounded upon her lips was like a sort of magic to his ears... and then the realization that he couldn't remember her name rolled over him in a wave of shame and embarrassment. He could feel her gaze moving to his ears and he fought the urge to duck his head, the blood was flooding his face with warmth and, he was sure highly visible, color. "I uh- I have to admit I don't remember your name." He said, his voice feeling high in his own head even as he was starting to grow into a lower, less puppy-like tone. Then she nodded, paws working at sand to push out space for him and a sort of dawning realization moved across his face. She was inviting him to lay right next to her. Gods this girl was going to kill him! Mojito swallowed the lump in his throat and shuffled for a moment before nodding and lowering himself into the sand with her. He lay on his side, facing her. Much as some part of the boy wanted to wrap himself around the girl he wasn't going to do that. Instead he struggled with where to put his paws, brushing them past hers for a moment before he tucked them in closer to his chest. Mojito had never felt large, he was small for a Klein and graced with, or cursed depending on how he felt that day, a slender doglike figure. But in this moment he felt like a giant, gangly and awkward, he was afraid to touch her, in case she didn't want him to. Mojito stared at the sand for a moment, baby blues wide as he struggled to do something, to say something. Finally he swept his gaze out towards the water. "I've always liked it here." He said softly, almost as if he was talking to himself and not the cream girl before him. "I find the sound of the waves calming." "Speech"

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The boy seemed a little frazzled and soon admitted that he couldn't remember her name. Though a part of her was slightly disappointed that she wasn't memorable enough, Asla couldn't help but release a soft laugh. She was in such a mellow mood today. "Aslatiel Fatalis." She grinned. "You can call me Asla." Hopefully he wouldn't forget her again. She wasn't sure if her ego could recover a second time. Despite not remembering her name, he seemed to remember her person. Mojito came and awkwardly fitted himself into the place that she'd prepared for him in the sand. The girl was quite pleased at the boys sense of discomfort. To make things worse, she repositioned herself so that her paws were touching his paws. Just to be a brat. Grey ears perked as he spoke about liking the beach. Asla cast her purple gaze out over the slowly moving sea. "I like it as well. It helps me to think." Asla released a soft, genuine sigh. "I've had a lot on my mind lately." And she had. Aslatiel was in a constant struggle with her emotions. Hormones. Situations, unfairness, anger, misunderstanding, and loads more. It seemed as though she couldn't turn her brain off at points. Her thoughts ate her alive. Giving her head a slight shake, the creamy lass brought her gaze back to the pale lad beside her. "It's good to see you again. It seems like it's been a very long time." She had liked Mojito then and it seemed that she still liked him now. And gods... she still wanted to touch his ears. "You know..." she grinned, leaning slowly in and completely invading his personal space. "I've always loved your ears." Giant galaxy eyes blinked slowly before she asked, "Can I touch them?" "Speech"

If Mojito had known that Alsa had any notion he'd forgotten her he'd have tripped over himself to admit he'd barely gone a day without thinking of her. But he wasn't about to say that right now so instead he made sure to commit her name to memory. He'd not forget it again. Alsa moved her paws to rest on his and Mojito was certain she could hear his heart hammering in his chest, his face once again filling with heat. This time he didn't move them, simply letting himself relish in the feeling of her dainty touch. Alsa admitted she liked it here to, helped her think and Mojito flashed her a side ways smile. It dropped slightly as she admitted there was a lot on her mind and Mojito struggled to decide if he wanted to probe her about it or not. That choice was made for him as she mentioned his ears. Mojito nodded when Asla asked if she could touch them, his eyes growing wide at how close she'd pushed her face into his... they were so close he could just reach out and kiss... Blinking Mojito lowered his head a bit, to let her more easily reach his ears. "I used to hate them..." he admitted softly. "My cousins... they always berated me for my lineage, my dad he's... well I have his ears. It was just another part of myself that separated me from the pure Kelin lineage." Gods what was he saying? Words tumbling from his lips with little thought or control. "But you loved them so much, and I figured if you liked them so much they couldn't be all bad." It sounded so childish to him, they didn't know each other. He had built his whole confidence around a girl he'd met once in his life... he hadn't even been able to remember her name. What a loser. "Speech"

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Had she known that he thought about her every day, it would have warmed the girl inside. Aslatiel, despite her outward confidence and pride, thought that she was rather dull in appearance. She certainly wasn't as flashy or outstanding in appearance as her siblings. She'd inherited the dull tan of her mother and some of the greys of her father. The only vibrancy to her was the teal striping here and there. Indigo had told her that she was pretty, but he was her brother. He had to say that, right? Mojito began to speak once he gave permission for her to touch his ears. Asla listened intently, a frown tugging down the corners of her maw. His cousins teased him about his ears? Those bastards. She would make sure to make them pay if she ever had the chance. Mo's ears were one of the loveliest things she'd ever laid eyes upon. She had adored them from the very first moment she saw them. He mentioned as much and that brought the smile back to Asla's face. Ah, so he did remember her. That was good and it helped to lighten her previous disappointment. With permission given, Aslatiel leaned forward, lifting one small paw. Careful to keep her sharp claws hidden within their sheaths, she slid that paw against the underside of Mojito's oh so soft ear. It was like sleek velvet and, gods... did she love it. Without thinking, the girl leaned forward. Still holding the ear, she closed her eyes and slid her cheek across it, enjoying the feel of the silky ear on the shorter fur of her face. It was a severely intimate gesture, but she was simply on auto pilot. Opening her eyes again, she seemed to notice the boys horns for the first time. She couldn't remember if she'd seem them before or if they had just been smaller. "You're so lucky." Her voice was a soft breath. Reaching up, she stroked one curved horn with the liver colored pads of her paws before placing that paw back in the sand once more. "My brothers all have interesting things about them. I'm just boring." Mojito had horns and lovely ears. His fur was silky and an entirely different texture than her own. She rather enjoyed looking at him. He was quite handsome. "Speech"

Mojito was pretty sure he'd died and gone to heaven. Asla gently took his ear in her paws, then she started to rub her face on them and frankly Mojito was surprised his heart managed to stay inside his rib cage with how hard it started beating. Mojito kept his gaze straight ahead, though his eyes were wide and he swallowed hard, feeling like his mouth was suddenly as dry as a desert. She spoke and Mojito wondered what she meant, feeling the pressure on his horns as she must had obviously noticed them now. They had only just been beginning to bud when they'd last seen each other, and he wondered if she'd even noticed them before now. Asla's paw hit the sand and Mojito shook his head. He dropped his head, trying to catch her eye. "You're not boring." He said softly. "I've thought you were beautiful since the day we met." Well that was... out there now and felt like a lot. "Speech"

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Of course, not having reached maturity, Aslatiel had no idea just what sort of affect her actions had on Mo. She just wanted to touch his ears because they were silky and soft. His words brought heat to her cheeks though and she blinked her giant galaxy eyes at him in momentary disbelief. She was beautiful? It was hard to believe, but Indigo had told her the same thing once. She believed Mo more than Indy. The floppy eared lad didn't have to say nice things to her like family did. Aslatiel was quiet for a moment, completely rattled and throw out of her normal confidence. "Thank you," she practically whispered, her eyes raising to meet his own. "You're very sweet." An idea struck her. A way to thank him and show affection all at once. The cream and grey girl leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the side of Mojito's pale muzzle. She flashed a genuine smile as she settled back. "What do you want to do now?" "Speech"