Standing in the darkness, Tarian pleaded, "Give me one more chance, Kestrel."
He moved away from the shadowy trees, walking a couple of steps towards where Kestrel stood.
Dressed smartly in a suit, with striking golden vertical pupils, he displayed strong emotions. He seemed like a trapped animal with no escape.
"I promise I'll do better this time, value it, and avoid making the same errors," he uttered, getting closer to Kestrel, his voice filled with a hint of sadness. "You know, all these years, I haven't had a single good night's sleep, always feeling sorry."
Kestrel backed away a bit.
Tarian's feelings were deep and clearly noticeable. Kestrel's tendrils captured a mix of complicated emotions - nervousness, sorrow, desire, regret... and several other feelings, all mixed up, making it confusing.
"People are always so complicated," Kestrel thought, "so unpredictable and difficult to figure out."
