At first, Robin isn’t sure what to make of the fluttering in her stomach, the warmth blooming in her cheeks, the unnameable feeling--pleasant, but foreign. It bleeds through the fabric of her life, striking and peaking in patterns she can’t quite analyze though she tries, and it isn’t until Lissa gives her a flat look and declares with all the wisdom a sixteen-year-old can muster that she’s in love that Robin recognizes it for what it is.
It’s a strange feeling, love, but one Robin thinks she enjoys--but if anything, giving the way everything seems so much brighter with the scarlet-haired pegasus knight around a name makes it seem so more real, overwhelmingly real, and she supposes she really shouldn’t be surprised that her affections fail to remain under wraps.
Her head snaps upwards, hardly believing the words falling from Cordelia’s lips, the resulting swell of emotion shooting straight to her hands, hands that wish to move more than the wiggle of her fingers she allows to show through, and a grin splits her features. It is, perhaps, the brightest she’s ever been.
Trembling fingers reach out to intertwine with Cordelia’s, shyness prevailing once more. She knows little of romance, save for what she’s read in those novels from Sumia, but she brushes insecurity aside, rolling up onto tiptoe to better match the other’s height and timorously bring her lips to hers.