He put the paper lantern down on the table in front of her.
“Yes,” said her companion. Allowing a pause for her to put her sketchpad down and pick up this very new object, turning it around in her hands. “You sent me dragon-slaying.”
Naminé looked up at him with wide eyes. “Is this for me?”
“That's a little more literal than I figured this business would be-- ...is there anyone else I’d be giving it to…?”
“Yes?”
“It’s yours.”
“Oh.” Naminé touched one of the flowers in the paper. “…thank you.”
He watched her for a second, holding the lantern by its strings. There was good light in this world, the one they were passing through—she seemed to like watching faint glow through the thin red paper.
“...I saw him.”
“I know.”
“…I shouldn’t be surprised by that anymore.”
“Your heart told me. Did you mind?”
“Will my heart tell you that too?” He crossed his arms. “Not really. You’re going to send me after bears now, aren’t you.”
The witch went quiet for entirely too long.
“Naminé.”
“…well.”
“Naminé.”
“I think,” she said, regretfully placing the lantern down. She put her sketchpad on the table, slid it across to him, a finger on the corner of the page, tapping once. “…we should go here, next…”
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being quixotic apparently involves bears
Date: 2006-05-23 08:22 pm (UTC)“Were they there?” asked Naminé, curiously.
He put the paper lantern down on the table in front of her.
“Yes,” said her companion. Allowing a pause for her to put her sketchpad down and pick up this very new object, turning it around in her hands. “You sent me dragon-slaying.”
Naminé looked up at him with wide eyes. “Is this for me?”
“That's a little more literal than I figured this business would be-- ...is there anyone else I’d be giving it to…?”
“Yes?”
“It’s yours.”
“Oh.” Naminé touched one of the flowers in the paper. “…thank you.”
He watched her for a second, holding the lantern by its strings. There was good light in this world, the one they were passing through—she seemed to like watching faint glow through the thin red paper.
“...I saw him.”
“I know.”
“…I shouldn’t be surprised by that anymore.”
“Your heart told me. Did you mind?”
“Will my heart tell you that too?” He crossed his arms. “Not really. You’re going to send me after bears now, aren’t you.”
The witch went quiet for entirely too long.
“Naminé.”
“…well.”
“Naminé.”
“I think,” she said, regretfully placing the lantern down. She put her sketchpad on the table, slid it across to him, a finger on the corner of the page, tapping once. “…we should go here, next…”