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He felt like they had been here before, with the whole kneeling thing. But he was a sport so kneel he would. What could possibly happen anyway, a beheading? He thought that somewhat less than likely, but not impossible, this was Kina after all, she was beautiful and wild and well controlled. It was part of what he loved about her, that imperious and proud Kina energy. Plus he got to see her softer side occassionally.
He knelt before her, trying to chose a dry..ish patch.
He looked up at her through blue lashes, from his knees, in the dirt.

Now this was perspective.

"No, I'm quite sure I'm not insane, I am in love." He had never thought he would say that to anyone, but he felt like he was at home when he was around her, he never had to pretend to be anything more than he was, and she put up with him, even if her eyes glazed over if he got too detailed with the plant facts.

"Its my first time, loving anyone that were not parents to me." He swallowed, he knew he was vulnerable but well, this was it.

"My head is fine." He mumbled into her neck. "I didn't fall or anything, I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore." He had just recently seen what the feelings really were toward her and it opened up a whole new world for him.

Syaa smiled. "They are the beginning, if it never goes beyond that I understand." If she did not feel the same way he wouldn't trap her. She was as always free to do what she wished.

"I have not been injured, if you dont, or dont grow to feel something similar, it will not ruin me for life, I will move on."

"Those feelings are there though, the beginning." He patted her shoulder awkwardly. "Sorry I am not better at communicating. At least I'm not pent up anymore."

Emotions were weird for him, he usually felt joy and contentment around his plants and in the forest with a smattering of the other emotions but she brought out so many in a big jumble that reminded him of a tangled ball of yarn...or multiple yarns perhaps.

He would be sad if she didn't reciprocate but all would be okay, she would still be his friend. She was spicey and sparky and fiery, but underneath all that he saw something else, something beautiful he couldn't name.