He saw her brows furrow, perhaps in confusion at his strange answer, but he didn’t wish to speak of his sire. Not right at that moment. He wanted to learn about his female.
Kirov changed the subject and asked, “Will you tell me about your life on Earth?”
Lani frowned, clearly wanting him to elaborate, clearly wanting to ask more. And at any other time, he might let her. Kirov didn’t intend to be secretive, didn’t intend to deliberately leave her in the dark about certain aspects of his life.
However, when it came to his sire, he was ashamed. Mostly about how he’d dealt with his sire’s situation. It was not something he was proud of and he didn’t want hisluxivato look at him any differently. Not that night, their first night where they could be alone, where they could talk and touch freely, without worry.
Nix. Selfishly, Kirov wanted her all to himself that night, without anything coming between them, not even long-held guilt.
Thankfully, his female seemed to read him well and allowed the change in topic.
“What do you want to know?” she asked, swishing her feet in the water.
“Everything.”
She smiled in a way that made him grin. A shy smile that Kirov would never suspect from a female like her.
“‘Everything’ would take a very, very long time,” she noted.
Kirov said quietly, “It is good that I want a very, very long time then.” Lani bit her lip. He said, “Tell me what you do on Earth. What your profession is.”
Her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips and his belly tightened in need.
“I’m a pianist,” she said.
Kirov’s brows drew together. “What is that?”
“I’m a musician,” she explained further. “A piano is a musical instrument. I’ve been playing since I was four-years-old. I guess you can say it’s my calling in life. My true talent.”
His expression softened, something locking into place about her.
“That does not surprise me,” he commented.
“Why?”
“There is something about musicians,tev? They see and hear the universe differently and translate it for the rest of us into something more beautiful.”
Kirov couldn’t read the expression that crossed his female’s face at his words. Perhaps…recognition?
“We have very few musicians here on Luxiria,” Kirov said softly, “but I have always found them fascinating. Perhaps because they are so different from me.”
“How?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“I prefer hard facts, numbers, equations. The basis of technology are these things. They are…concrete. Unchangeable. But musicians, hearing them play their instruments…” he trailed off, finding it difficult to put into words.
“They can create something intricate, from something so simple,” she finished for him. “Notes. Sound.”
“Tev. They are creators. They make others feel things, unexpected things,” Kirov said. “So,nix, it does not surprise me that you are one of them.”
Lani processed his words slowly, letting silence develop between them.
Then, she said softly, “I’m glad you see music that way. It is how I think of it as well.” She exhaled a small breath and asked, “What types of instruments do you have on Luxiria?”
Kirov smiled, tilting his head up to look at the silver moon before he looked at her. “You will see when you come to Troxva.”
She raised her brow. “Oh really?” she drawled.
“Tev. The lunar celebration approaches. Musicians play then and it is a lively occasion with dancing and feasting. Among other things.”
