He adores her. xD
The ghost’s gentle prodding question made his nose wrinkle up, and the boy was about to answer before she suggested there were no fairies. Quickly, as if her words could scare the glowing things away despite the fact they’d never made a presence, he looked around at the dead field. After a few seconds, though, he met her dark gaze surprisingly levelly with his green ones. “No,” he mumbled in answer to the first, and then, “Maybe.” He hadn’t learned to take tales with a grain of salt, instead relying on his own experiences to prove or disprove what he heard. With some, such as tales of the gods and the sun chaser he’d been named after, or the account of how the humans had disappeared, were too crazy and wild for him to disprove anyway.
“But maybe there are,” Skoll added, with a little childish wisdom of his own. He couldn’t prove there were fairies, but he couldn’t disprove it, either. Dropping some of his solemn approach to this, he giggled and said, “Maybe onna other side th’world.” By now he was just teasing her, though he was sure to think twice about whether an adult was spouting make-believe or actual facts. There were no fairies here tonight among the dead flowers, and so he’d leave that subject to rest. Besides, the matter of this lady being a ghost or not was more important.
The pretty white creature named Caspa said that he looked glowy like a fairy, and his eyes widened at this common sense. However, she’d versed her lesson in a way that he could understand, and he giggled first at the thought of himself being a fairy and then at the thought that he’d assumed so quickly she was a ghost.
Her tongue slurped over his head, and the boy let out a wail—though it was a laughing, exaggerated one rather than any cause for alarm. Quickly, he stumbled forward into one of her long legs before winding clumsily around them. “Okay, so not ghost,” he admitted, chin lifted and eyes twinkling. “You a funny-lookin’ dog, then.” He obviously meant nothing insulting by this, especially after telling her she was pretty, and his smile was innocent.
Tilting his head, he looked back toward the love seat and the gazebo. “Wanna push me onna swing?” he asked casually, before squinting at her. “Why you here, Caspa?”
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