He looked at Kendhl in surprised when she touched his hair. He should've known by now she was open enough to do that. The girl's breath caught in her throat. His eyes... They were so blue. Was it possible that one could have such blue eyes? It was almost as if Laviku himself blessed those eyes. She paused in twirling the hair around her finger for a moment, then continued. If he minded, he would've told her. He didn't seem like the kind to keep his annoyance to himself. His name seemed to float in the air for a long while after it was spoken.
"Gale."
She smiled. It fit him. The Kelvic answered his next question.
"Kendhl Pilkvist. That's Kendhl with an 'H', not an 'A'. I may be a Kelvic, but I can at least spell my name. Yours is like the weather, right? I spent a few days on a Svefra ship and experienced one. It wasn't fun, but then again, you're not much fun either, Mr. Prude-Pants. What're you going to draw?"
His eyes were on the blank page of the sketchbook in front of him, the charcoal in his hand.
Gale.
The man certainly fit the name. It was a good, strong one. She wondered what his last name was. He looked like an artist, so it might be the family business. Or did artists get paid for their work? Probably the really great ones, but not the others. No doubt he'd have another source of income. The girl reached up with her other hand to run both of them through his hair, giggling at how the curls sprang back to their original shape. She liked his hair. It was soft. Kendhl wanted to bury her face in it. She was that strange.