Vatna+:
I was once told..
Vatna paused before asking his question. He paused again before asking his real question.
Ceylon:
I suppose..
Ceylon gets starry-eyed.Ceylon shrugs her shoulder toward the young moth with the frivolity of a wink, and points to Vatna+'s silk-stringed fingers.
I will.
Ceylon leans in closer, her feather tips starting to labradoresce, her voice losing all playfulness.
Vatna+:
I accept!
He tugged on his string as a nervous tick while listening to his father’s friend. She talked as a master of their craft, and he had just days ago discovered the first drops of the ocean that was music. The tug became a pluck that let out an off tune note accompanying the word “Call.” It made his antennae twitch. There was something about that specific word.. To bring the music to him..