[ the way he averts his gaze is essentially an answer in itself, and lumine chuckles, allowing him the brief respite he needs from her teasing.
despite his attempts at keeping distance from her, he's quite honest, his face easily giving away the truth at a moment's notice. and while honesty is a good trait to have for any soldier, candidness would be bad for business worse comes to worst. then again, he probably has never dealt with a situation like this before, a situation like her.
lumine says nothing further too, letting silence settle between them until they arrive at the garden. it's nothing grand, nothing compared to some of the ones she's seen and been to during her travels. and yet, she finds herself drifting past him along its paths, fingers lightly brushing against pale petals.
she's never seen flowers like this, seemingly glowing in the dimness of the space as if they were stars. ]
Isn't it already impressive that they're thriving despite all odds? Just like everyone I've met so far in this world ...
[ sure, there might be gardeners tending to its growth and survival, but in order to do so, the plant itself has to be hardy as well. one can only do so much if the other refuses to live.
she crouches on the ground, studying one of the blossoms, unmindful if her skirt or scarf brushes against the dirt. ]
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despite his attempts at keeping distance from her, he's quite honest, his face easily giving away the truth at a moment's notice. and while honesty is a good trait to have for any soldier, candidness would be bad for business worse comes to worst. then again, he probably has never dealt with a situation like this before, a situation like her.
lumine says nothing further too, letting silence settle between them until they arrive at the garden. it's nothing grand, nothing compared to some of the ones she's seen and been to during her travels. and yet, she finds herself drifting past him along its paths, fingers lightly brushing against pale petals.
she's never seen flowers like this, seemingly glowing in the dimness of the space as if they were stars. ]
Isn't it already impressive that they're thriving despite all odds? Just like everyone I've met so far in this world ...
[ sure, there might be gardeners tending to its growth and survival, but in order to do so, the plant itself has to be hardy as well. one can only do so much if the other refuses to live.
she crouches on the ground, studying one of the blossoms, unmindful if her skirt or scarf brushes against the dirt. ]
What is it called?