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◁ ϟ ▷ “A what?” the sylph asked as he inspected the object. It was a good question, albeit not one he’d remember the answer to, no matter how well the other answered it, since a lot of words tended not to stick in his mind; besides, he couldn’t remember what it was called directly after hearing it. Or, perhaps, all of that was mere justification to the fact that he’d stopped paying attention anyway.
It was pretty, and two things especially stuck out to him: the light blue, the colour his eyes turned when he used his powers; and the recognisable shape, one meant to catch wind. In a word, it ended up being the perfect gift for him.
Despite where they sat on a hill, no breeze reached them, and the contraption remained stationary. Makani couldn’t help but want to see it in motion, though, and he had a feeling that Solymus wanted the same. That was the point in giving it to him, right? The sylph took a few shy glances up at the other. Even if it was Solymus, the thought of using his power around another person made him nervous, no matter how much he wished otherwise.
At first, the reaction was small, a few blades of grass trembling around him and nothing more. He brought a hand up to his mouth, his index finger pressed to his bottom lip as he tried to steady himself. In truth, it felt crazy even to consider. The last thing he ever wanted was to draw attention to himself, and yet… If it’s him, he mused to himself, I don’t think I mind.
The breeze picked up, along with the pale blue beginning to overcome the darkness of his eyes, and slowly the wind started to spin the pinwheel he held in front of him. “Pretty,” he mumbled, eyes wide as he watched it.
And as he sat starstruck, the tiniest of smiles tugged at one corner of his mouth, partially hidden by his hand. No, he really wouldn’t mind staying like that forever.
