I.D.K (One-on-One)

“I don’t make a fool of myself.”

 

“Oh, absolutely.”

 

He shrugged, looking down at his hands with a thoughtful gaze.

"I don't know. I wish I was better at it. Pixies have their own dances, but I'm not sure if they correspond with dryad dances."

 

He looked up at her with a small, mischievous smile, her grey, green eyes crinkling with his smile.

"You can't fly, though."

 

"It's the norm, yeah," he said with a shrug. "Pixie dances are generally with lots of flips through the air. They're more fun that anything."

 

“And I can teach you to fly,” he said cheerfully, brushing his fingers through her hair slowly.

 

“Oh, I don’t know. It can’t be that hard, though.”

 

"I don't think that's necessary. I'll figure it out."

 

"Maybe..."

 

“I’m okay. Not great.”