Goodness- You're allowed to ask anything you like, hairaa.

[You're too polite for your own good. But that's a question, isn't it? Why did she think it was tachaangui? She gave his shoulders a gentle pat to slow, and decided she wouldn't burden him any further with her heightened tallness ego trip.

Upon sliding off, she tapped a cheek.]

Maybe it's a Qalli thing, but I like the key it takes. There's a music to the way you speak that stirs my stomach into a cloud of butterflies. I keep thinking of the way you sing, how it neatly lifts into it, like it was always meant to fly. But...

[It all made sense in her head, gods. But she'll keep going. Maybe it'll make sense to him. The roses seemed to multiply, buds popping among in myriad colors.]

I think of phrases like "throw wide the gates" in that low, sweet smoke of that tone and it makes me think of situations where I'm perhaps urged to, well... open...

[The buds then blossomed. But with her gaze focused on him, she hadn't noticed the helpful dreamotion metaphor.]

...Then I can't really focus on what I'm doing.