Blythe smiled as the Kelvic leaned up against her, although it was on her writing arm, she didn't much care, seeing as the words weren't flowing as freely as the waters that surrounded the island. Her lavender colored eyes sparkled as she peered over onto the girl's paper as she began to draw, not sure what she was making out at first, before turning away and trying to work on her own poetry. Still the words stalled; as though too fragile to be touched even by the gentle recesses of her mind.
But slowly, the Konti began to force them out:
The softer wing,
carries the harsher word,
although it is concealed
behind its mask
of purity.
It was complete rubbish, she knew. Nonsensical. A waste of scrawled letters and elder page. But, Blythe supposed, it was better than simply staring, seeming as though she weren't allowing herself to enjoy the time she was getting to spend with her bondmate, simply relaxing. Smiling, she turned to her companion. "Any luck?" she asked, expecting her to nod or shake her head in response, "or are you struggling just as much as I am?"
She paused.
"Perhaps we should go to sleep if nothing comes. It's easiest not to force it," Blythe whispered. "And rest will allow us to wait out the storm, before coming back to everything..."