It was just a whisper over his othersense. Something silky blown past him in the breeze. Didn't even say much too him, besides that it was there and then it wasn't- this clear water kind of happiness and a whole lot of love, not all of it specifically directed to the cake. The nervous undercurrents hardly carried on her touch. Really, he knew them better in the way she acted to him.
Zephyr sat back down and ate another strawberry. "So, Teresa. What dya like to paint bsides cake?"
Re: Zephyr
It was just a whisper over his othersense. Something silky blown past him in the breeze. Didn't even say much too him, besides that it was there and then it wasn't- this clear water kind of happiness and a whole lot of love, not all of it specifically directed to the cake. The nervous undercurrents hardly carried on her touch. Really, he knew them better in the way she acted to him.
Zephyr sat back down and ate another strawberry. "So, Teresa. What dya like to paint bsides cake?"