"Lucy, what do you suppose falling in love feels like? Gramps says it's like having the wind knocked out of you- but all the time!"
W-what sort of a thing was he inquiring on?Never supposing that the male had interest in affairs of the heart, the question had her dumbfounded, jaw agape, and utterly confused. Was he comparing the flutters of romance to a battle, or was it simply the manner Master had placed it across — likely the few methods one could get anything into thick stubborn head of the Dragon Slayer, notable for his salmon tresses and the desire to battle.Still, conversation topic struck a chord within shy form, shy only when it came to certain situations, and this was one colouring otherwise pale cheeks crimson, tongue not quite cooperating with speech and hindering words, so much so that stutter troubled the blonde. Embarrassing.“W-why are you a-asking me?! Why should I know?!” Nervousness betrayed by voice and mannerism, the fidgeting figure and clear refusal to look him in the eyes, suspicious behaviour could not go unnoticed, though the Celestial Mage prayed fervently that the naive male would let slip her oddity, and focus on something….anything other than feverish appearance and kneading digits. “W-why don’t you ask J-Juvia? She’d know better. She’s in l-love with Gray after all!" Redirection of attention, misdirection; focus had to be altered off flaming cheeks and how she stumbled over her own words, silently thankful for the Water Mage and her strong affection for the raven. He must not know of her true…..feelings for him.
