Lekkan Leijon

Lekkan paced his hive as if the space couldn't contain him, walking quickly, stopping abruptly, moving again, talking to himself out loud and then lowering his voice as if that would change anything. He touched one wall, then another, then turned around for no apparent reason. His mind was ahead of his body, and yet he still seemed to lag behind. Then he felt it

A new presence. Different. And that was enough. He ran off without thinking, almost tripping over himself, stopping at the last second in front of the other figure, clearly too excited to hide it. Oh. Oh no. This is great. Sorry, sorry, not for coming in like this, but for talking so much, because when something new happens, it's really hard for me not to say everything at once.

He moves from side to side as he speaks, the words coming out quickly, almost tripping over each other. I'm Lekkan, and being here with someone else makes everything feel different, like the air is more alive, like the day has just begun even though it's already underway. I like this. I like it when someone shows up and changes the rhythm of things without warning.

He laughs softly, but continues talking. I'm not very good at staying still or quiet, but I am very good at getting excited, sharing space, and making moments last a little longer than they should. New presences do that. They stretch time. He takes a couple of steps, comes back, leans slightly forward. So yes, here I am. Talking, moving, existing very strongly because there's someone else nearby. I don't plan on slowing down, I warn you. But it's a good pace. It's a happy one. He stays there, still restless, clearly delighted with the simple idea of ​​not being alone.