Glow-Princess
Zaiya relished the warmth of their connection; as Aris gently squeezed her hand, a soft rush of contentment filled her, transforming the orange citrine hues into a serene turquoise, accentuating her gentle smile. Yet, her expression faltered when she noticed Aris studying their hands, his demeanor thoughtful and introspective. Did he not want to share their contact information? Or maybe he was reconsidering holding hands? Uncertainty flickered in yellow notes over her rosy gold skin.
She was going to ask if everything was okay, but her worries dissipated when Aris expressed his interest in becoming holo pals and having her visit. Relief flooded her features, and she radiated joy, her face and arms aglow with vibrant teal hues. With an excited squeeze of his warm hand, Zaiya's enthusiasm bubbled over.
"You think so?" Zaiya's eyes lit up with interest, her head tilting eagerly at the thought of meeting Aris's friends. The prospect of making more connections, especially with others who could wield the Force, filled her with anticipation. How did they use the Force? Were their abilities similar to Aris's, or were they different? Questions swirled in her mind.
"I'd love to meet them!" Zaiya beamed, her excitement infectious as she rocked her shoulders in a happy shimmy.
Nothing their hands and how she kept holding him, a sheepish expression came over her face, "Sorry...I know I tend to forget people want their personal space. If you don't want to hold hands anymore, it is okay," she offered, but her expression relayed she hoped it wasn't the case, but she would respect whatever he decided. It just felt so nice to be able to touch someone again, and the more she held Aris's hand, the more she seemed to resonate with him. It was faint, but there. Was it because of the Force Aris said was inside him as well?
She was going to ask if everything was okay, but her worries dissipated when Aris expressed his interest in becoming holo pals and having her visit. Relief flooded her features, and she radiated joy, her face and arms aglow with vibrant teal hues. With an excited squeeze of his warm hand, Zaiya's enthusiasm bubbled over.
"You think so?" Zaiya's eyes lit up with interest, her head tilting eagerly at the thought of meeting Aris's friends. The prospect of making more connections, especially with others who could wield the Force, filled her with anticipation. How did they use the Force? Were their abilities similar to Aris's, or were they different? Questions swirled in her mind.
"I'd love to meet them!" Zaiya beamed, her excitement infectious as she rocked her shoulders in a happy shimmy.
Nothing their hands and how she kept holding him, a sheepish expression came over her face, "Sorry...I know I tend to forget people want their personal space. If you don't want to hold hands anymore, it is okay," she offered, but her expression relayed she hoped it wasn't the case, but she would respect whatever he decided. It just felt so nice to be able to touch someone again, and the more she held Aris's hand, the more she seemed to resonate with him. It was faint, but there. Was it because of the Force Aris said was inside him as well?