lindito. a decidedly unmasculine moniker...and yet calyx says it with such overwhelming warmth that the meaning ceases to matter. asvardr, now lindito, draws closer with a friendly grunt. his ruby red eye shines uncharacteristically soft in a way reserved only for one. he draws closer, but...

impulse does not reign him. were he a man of such little character, he would at once have drawn calyx into his embrace.

instead he remains a leap or two away, head low and tail increasing the rate at which it sweeps. a thousand questions swim behind his eyes, none of which he can bring to life. but such is the nature of their relationship; calyx speaks for the both of them.