#sssooooffttt

@dracones

Rynn knew this mortal custom! He recognized the plant immediately, remembering when Ada had excitedly told all the guard about it and how she'd received the sweetest kiss on the cheek. So when he notices it, standing beside Abyss, he doesn't want to be rude right? It was tradition is what Ada had said so he had to, correct? Besides, lovely and gentle Abyss, how could he leave them to feel unwanted when frankly...nothing was farther from the truth. The comfort that Rynn found in their presence, like a breeze over the water, air beneath wings, sunshine kissing the petals of a wildflower. Freshly baked bread and hot tea with just a hint of honey. Abyss. A comforting presence whenever they met.

His motions are slow, hesitant, unused to contact such as this, to reaching for a hand and letting clawed fingertips take a gloved hand in his own. Was this too bold? Was this touch unpleasant? Rynn has so little experience in such things that just the touch of hands makes his skin warm. The feeling of a hearth, fire in ones' throat, lit candles. His skin feels the low heat of their touch and he's l;eft wondering how skin to skin would feel. But he can't get distracted now, he's upholding tradition.

Bringing the gloved hand upwards, he lets his face dip down, lips gliding across Abyss' knuckles in a gentle caress before turning the hand over to press another to the inside of their wrist.