[All right, she's got a point. Mostly because he insists he helps her decorate herself when the time calls for it (and oftentimes when it doesn't). Because he enjoys it. And he knows she does as well.
Ah. The imagination on her.]
You're right... that could be fun.
[It's not a sort of magic he's allowed himself delve into, but a phoenix is ever-changing... changing when it is reborn.
And he admits, waking up after that dream felt like a rebirth, in some ways. (Oh, gods. That sounds so terrible.)]
That soft? [He smiles as he takes her hands, ready to lead her about anywhere else.] How soft do you think they'll be against bare skin?
🎀ish?
Ah. The imagination on her.]
You're right... that could be fun.
[It's not a sort of magic he's allowed himself delve into, but a phoenix is ever-changing... changing when it is reborn.
And he admits, waking up after that dream felt like a rebirth, in some ways. (Oh, gods. That sounds so terrible.)]
That soft? [He smiles as he takes her hands, ready to lead her about anywhere else.] How soft do you think they'll be against bare skin?