[Le fin] When two worlds meet. ( Ebony + Cassair )
Oct 12, 2015 11:17:11 GMT
Post by number11train on Oct 12, 2015 11:17:11 GMT
Cassair just blinked and watched, still perched unmoving on the wall and wearing a puzzled expression, as Ebony burst into laughter. The smile he kept was vague, conveying only his patience while he waited for some kind of hint or explanation about the laughter to be given.
First and instead though, the half-elf shifted his hands down to his face and Cassair automatically lowered his eyelids and leaned away very slightly from the touch, as if wary of it. Like before though, the other’s fingers were light and did not stray any further down, so he kept himself still again and did not resist when Ebony’s grasp moved to his hands. Hands were fine.
He simply listened to the half-elf’s cheerful torrent of words, letting them flow uninterrupted. He didn’t know if or what to reply, after all, until Ebony finally stopped to take a breath. At those next words, Cassair allowed a more substantial but still somewhat bemused smile to curve his mouth. “I did not realise berries and thorns were so interesting,” he remarked. “The forest is also full of them, so maybe you will like that too.”
Cassair exchanged a sideways glance with the familiar as it returned, as if it might be able to offer a more full explanation about Ebony’s sudden, new exuberance. Ebony leapt happily at it though and it received him with an equally new warmth and closeness. Cassair tilted his head at that, and looked between them for a moment.
“I do not understand your joy,” he finally decided to comment, candidly, to Ebony. He slid himself lightly off his wall and padded towards Cellius’ shoulder. “You are like a book opened halfway, a story continued in the middle, or fragments of pages bound together in the wrong order.” There was no teasing or criticism in his voice; only a mild factualness, as if his words were simple and obvious observations.
He raised a hand and let it rest on the thick fur just behind Cellius’ mane. “What do you think?” he asked the familiar, suddenly and conversationally.
First and instead though, the half-elf shifted his hands down to his face and Cassair automatically lowered his eyelids and leaned away very slightly from the touch, as if wary of it. Like before though, the other’s fingers were light and did not stray any further down, so he kept himself still again and did not resist when Ebony’s grasp moved to his hands. Hands were fine.
He simply listened to the half-elf’s cheerful torrent of words, letting them flow uninterrupted. He didn’t know if or what to reply, after all, until Ebony finally stopped to take a breath. At those next words, Cassair allowed a more substantial but still somewhat bemused smile to curve his mouth. “I did not realise berries and thorns were so interesting,” he remarked. “The forest is also full of them, so maybe you will like that too.”
Cassair exchanged a sideways glance with the familiar as it returned, as if it might be able to offer a more full explanation about Ebony’s sudden, new exuberance. Ebony leapt happily at it though and it received him with an equally new warmth and closeness. Cassair tilted his head at that, and looked between them for a moment.
“I do not understand your joy,” he finally decided to comment, candidly, to Ebony. He slid himself lightly off his wall and padded towards Cellius’ shoulder. “You are like a book opened halfway, a story continued in the middle, or fragments of pages bound together in the wrong order.” There was no teasing or criticism in his voice; only a mild factualness, as if his words were simple and obvious observations.
He raised a hand and let it rest on the thick fur just behind Cellius’ mane. “What do you think?” he asked the familiar, suddenly and conversationally.