03-27-2020, 06:11 PM
He did not like it. Disappointment sank like a stone to the depths, though he was not horrible about it. Confusion sketched Nimeda’s expression before she realised he had no way of following the squiggling thread of her thoughts, but since he did not ask she volunteered no counter. He misunderstood the root of the name. It was nothing from this Age anyway.
She was deflated, but padded resolutely after him, for there seemed nothing else to do. No shoes adorned her feet, and she squeezed her toes into the dirt every now and then just for the pleasure of it. Thoughts unreeled, and her sense of contentment returned soon enough. Noctua led her home.
He peered into the waters like monsters lurked within. Perhaps they did. Such sparks of knowledge fluttered every now and then to the fore (what do you know of sea monsters?) but little in this world had the capability to instill true fear, and those protections generally extended to her company as she wished it. She watched him lean to pluck a stone, clothes shifting, a betrayal of whim. Her smile returned.
She accepted the pebble with a laugh, threw it once in the air and caught it in the bed of her palm. Then she dove, his question still ringing in her ears. Her grinning head surfaced mere moments later, awash with a simple happiness. Hair plastered to her skull. The flowers all spread joyously across the surface of the river. “I don’t know,” she admitted with a shrug. No modesty hinted for the flimsiness of her white dress, though only her shoulders peeped above the water. There was no sense of flirtation to her, just a careless sort of innocence. “It didn’t happen here, Noctua, it happened to my Other. I fear it means nothing good though.”
She was deflated, but padded resolutely after him, for there seemed nothing else to do. No shoes adorned her feet, and she squeezed her toes into the dirt every now and then just for the pleasure of it. Thoughts unreeled, and her sense of contentment returned soon enough. Noctua led her home.
He peered into the waters like monsters lurked within. Perhaps they did. Such sparks of knowledge fluttered every now and then to the fore (what do you know of sea monsters?) but little in this world had the capability to instill true fear, and those protections generally extended to her company as she wished it. She watched him lean to pluck a stone, clothes shifting, a betrayal of whim. Her smile returned.
She accepted the pebble with a laugh, threw it once in the air and caught it in the bed of her palm. Then she dove, his question still ringing in her ears. Her grinning head surfaced mere moments later, awash with a simple happiness. Hair plastered to her skull. The flowers all spread joyously across the surface of the river. “I don’t know,” she admitted with a shrug. No modesty hinted for the flimsiness of her white dress, though only her shoulders peeped above the water. There was no sense of flirtation to her, just a careless sort of innocence. “It didn’t happen here, Noctua, it happened to my Other. I fear it means nothing good though.”