She understood none of it; but held her breath against the thick hair and the layered tassels, suddenly very still, very rigid, very taut, unsure and uncertain of what was brewing in the midst of their shuffles and chaos, from splashes to embraces. However, she could’ve sworn when her gaze had met his, that she’d seen fear and apprehension: ghosts of ill-confidence sauntering, shifting, slithering into the jubilant refrains, encasing them in the unknown. She knew what that was like, had considered the sentiments on more than one occasion (for she enjoyed peering into the obscure, but was never sure of what would come from it), yet, couldn’t puzzle over why he’d reflect the measures of foreboding. Curiosity, an eternal spark in her churning, brewing, brimming cauldron of a mind, stoked and fed the inquiries, the questions, billowing, flowing, echoing past all the oddities, the strangeness of the movement. Then, seemingly as abruptly as he’d cloaked and veiled and shielded her with the strength of his frame, it all flickered away, spread down toward her sides, leaving the girl rattled, addled, confused. There was something between all these layers and nuances, a spread of sentiments she couldn’t quite fathom and understand. It was like a spider web, and she pushed her way through the maddening, ivory threads, striving and reaching, because that’s all she’d ever done. She dug into the earth, stubborn, obstinate, a bristling little Titania in the making, with her fairy wings and gossamer potential, with her brimstone abilities lying in wait. She stayed there, raising her head again so her stare solidified on his (gold and red, like bleeding, gilded marks of rubies and stones), and wondered; fed the frenetic blend of yearning, of longing, of pondering until the question pervaded through her mouth and blossomed into the air; staying there like an anomaly, neither hushed or deafening. “Did I scare you?”
@Graasvoel