Re: Wandering: Hannah/Fiach
Weightless was a good word for her. It wasn't her size or even how she danced, but who she was, what she was and that look he knew in her eyes. He didn't know who she was or what for that matter, but he knew it was not, as she believed, completely tethered and perhaps that's also why she floated the way she did.
"Mm, see names for me are very dangerous, but that is what makes us different. Doesn't it? There are ..." How to phrase it. "Layers. You're in between one and I am in another, but it's gauzy so we see each other, we aren't so far back that it's thick and separated." He smiled at her laugh, for he knew and she knew and dancing in and out served in the physical as well as metaphors.
"Perhaps you are right, for you. So then choosing a name shouldn't be so hard if it doesn't hold such weight for you?" He offered with a roll of broad shoulders. He hummed a few times at her question then clucked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. "Do I feel like a Fiach? Perhaps more so than I like, but are my brows really so thick?" He drew them up and down then up again, teasing, politely.
"Forests, perhaps I know a thing or two about that, but as for who you are, no one can decide that for you." He took her hand and pulled her close to the hum of his birdlike heart and then spun her out to their soundless music. He was at the other side as swift as a blink to catch her by the shoulders, steady hands did find hers again. "Oh, I would not give my brothers the pleasure of forgetting me nor telling me who I am ever again. It's my choice, alone, letting others decide for you ... wouldn't you say that is being captured? Or is it the thought that it may hurt them to be something other than what they want that worries you?"