Her eyes had closed during the scratching. Time itself stood still each time his hand graced her ears. The fine fur and soft skin loving the feel of his fingers and nails gently moving against them. Aiko didn't know why she adored this so much. No one made her love it as much as Tarrok did. It was the first sign of affection she had ever gotten from him. It certainly was never going to lose its luster.<br/><br/>Though, he stopped and as much as she didn't like it, Aiko knew why. Those brown eyes opened, looking into his eyes, into his soul. A smile crossed her gentle features. She liked it when he talked about what he liked. His preference for things was just as important to her as her own. What he described though, it sounded almost as perfect as crystal clear water.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Sounds amazing,"</span>she whispered.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Almost perfect. You know I dislike anything with cold and snow."</span>That wasn't far from the truth. Aiko never wanted to step foot on a mountain again.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Water brings life. Even in the most aeriest of places, water keeps life going, thriving."</span><br/><br/>Aiko wasn't afraid to play in the rain. She loved the feel of water from the way it moved down her body to the smell to the taste of its perfect blue. Though, her train of thought was certainly stolen when he resumed his scratching. The light purring came with her eyes closing. If anything, this kitty was content.