13.Oct.19, 03:11 PM
Beckitt smiled at Siolilth’s happy vanity. The green was a favorite of his--and not just because of her rider. Sure, she could be picky, and her moods weren’t always predictable, but she more than made up for it with her companionship on good days.
Kitt laughed as well at the reaction he’d gotten. “You’re fine. I don’t mind if you don’t. I’ll try to woolgather a little less,” he fibbed, “and watch where my hands are a little more.” Internally he kicked himself. Prime chance spoiled. You were bold a minute ago, what happened, Birdy? He thought, flustered.
To cover it, he went to get a drink, returning with a cup for J’shom as well. He leaned against Siolilth and pretended not to be paying attention to every movement the rider made. “I really enjoy these evenings,” he said, eventually. “Making music, spending time with you--” Beckitt paused, then added, “and Siolilth, of course.”
Kitt laughed as well at the reaction he’d gotten. “You’re fine. I don’t mind if you don’t. I’ll try to woolgather a little less,” he fibbed, “and watch where my hands are a little more.” Internally he kicked himself. Prime chance spoiled. You were bold a minute ago, what happened, Birdy? He thought, flustered.
To cover it, he went to get a drink, returning with a cup for J’shom as well. He leaned against Siolilth and pretended not to be paying attention to every movement the rider made. “I really enjoy these evenings,” he said, eventually. “Making music, spending time with you--” Beckitt paused, then added, “and Siolilth, of course.”