-Caught in a crossfire-Acnestis-

  An energy seems to settle between the two of them. One Acnestis finds strange, yet.. comforting. Right. He rubs his curved snout against the grass to clean it, eyes locked with hers, a sort of aching behind his eyes starting up as.. something changes. He feels as if his mind were somehow more open. More free. Like a new sense has been revealed to him. As Schism snorts, her patterned fur stirring in the wind, Acnestis feels closer to her than her ever thought he could feel to another being, closer than he knew was possible. If he could speak, it would be something beyond words.

  He blinks as she speaks again. The beast seems to consider her words. As the wind strengthens, & a distant rumble sounds in the sky. Nothing about his expression has changed.. nothing but his eyes that, only Schism would be able to note, seemed to reflect her happiness back to her. The radiant joy shifts to suspicion as he turns his snout into the wind, sniffing, smelling rain on the fresh breeze. Acnestis mimics her snort & rolls onto his side in the grass. He stretches out, eyes closing, having no answer to her question.