@killdevil asked: ' hold my hand. I don't want to lose track of you. ' wuyatti festival time 🤝
Wuya had not truly been a part of anything like this in... a long time. The festivals of her homeland were markedly different in many ways, but some held the same values and purposes. And she wonders at times on just how much things may of changed since she left it. If the customs have grown more flexible, or if they've remained steadfast and unchanged. Would anyone even remember her, were she to go back? She'd never entertain it of course; the risk was too great, and there was too much to lose if something happened to her. Tough the thoughts that fill her head scatter as soon as he speaks. Grabbing her attention as he has always done, with so little effort.
Her expression is light, full of curiosity- softening as she looks down to his offered hand. " Lose me? " she teases, fingertips brushing his palm, before their hands come together. Fingertips lacing between one another. It is an anchor that pulls her closer, her other hand brushing against his arm as she follows his lead. " Of course- if all you wished was to hold my hand, for no other reason. I would be happy to do so. Always... "
𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑿
