A bright smile is sent his way at the response she gets, honored to be among the few that he lets critique. “[say]Keeps you grounded, you know, before you get too carried away.[/say]” She teases him lightly, becoming a tether in this relationship the way that he’s become her spirit — a dreamer, while she became the armor he needed. And it worked well, every time, despite the fear she may have set in him time and time again.
At the mention of whether the Voice knew whom she was pulling from, she can’t say. But the thought inspires something deep within her she can’t quite place. “[say]That’s a very romantic way of thinking about it.[/say]” She says lightly, giving him a smile softer than she had previously, agreeing with the idea of it all.
It’s her turn to be slightly surprised when he asks about the wings, sure she had told him about them before — but things for her specifically get lost from event to event, and she finds it very likely she may have just omitted that bit out. But it’s almost a half nod to him, gaze lifting to find his own. “[say]Only the Asciends did. Halyven was normal in comparison. I think they possibly had them because Asciend was more of a harder, mountainous region and flying helped quite a bit with attaining food. That’s partially why they were at war with us for so long. They wanted our easier mountains, our plains down below to farm in.[/say]” She muses thoughtfully.
But his hand stills as he runs it through a strand of her hair, and her gaze sits on him curiously as the question leaves his lips. “[say]I think I didn’t know what love was.[/say]” An honest answer. “[say]You could read about it in books, and at the time I thought I did. But after coming here, after you... Well, what I had wasn’t love.[/say]” She reaches up to cover his hand with her own, head tilting slightly to press a kiss to his palm.
At the mention of whether the Voice knew whom she was pulling from, she can’t say. But the thought inspires something deep within her she can’t quite place. “[say]That’s a very romantic way of thinking about it.[/say]” She says lightly, giving him a smile softer than she had previously, agreeing with the idea of it all.
It’s her turn to be slightly surprised when he asks about the wings, sure she had told him about them before — but things for her specifically get lost from event to event, and she finds it very likely she may have just omitted that bit out. But it’s almost a half nod to him, gaze lifting to find his own. “[say]Only the Asciends did. Halyven was normal in comparison. I think they possibly had them because Asciend was more of a harder, mountainous region and flying helped quite a bit with attaining food. That’s partially why they were at war with us for so long. They wanted our easier mountains, our plains down below to farm in.[/say]” She muses thoughtfully.
But his hand stills as he runs it through a strand of her hair, and her gaze sits on him curiously as the question leaves his lips. “[say]I think I didn’t know what love was.[/say]” An honest answer. “[say]You could read about it in books, and at the time I thought I did. But after coming here, after you... Well, what I had wasn’t love.[/say]” She reaches up to cover his hand with her own, head tilting slightly to press a kiss to his palm.
