He watched her scoot over, giving a small nod of acknowledgment as she shared the title of her favorite tale. The parts about the story changing, however... he bowed his head more deeply, this time in understanding. "It is how my father would tell stories," he shared, a rare piece of his past handed to the young woman who had lived through the tale beside him. "As my siblings and I grew older." Though they had craved the familiar endings when they were small, they had eagerly awaited the new twists that were introduced as they became more curious about the world.
She curled up beside him, so small and deceptively fragile looking that he was reminded of their first meeting beneath the moonlight, all those years before.
"Mmh. I am... alive." He spoke slowly, as if still getting used to the concept. Silence stretched between them for a time before he spoke again, drawing a deep breath. "Dying was... an experience I could have done without," he admitted at length. "I... do not know whether I am 'okay.'" He grew quiet again before looking back to Maea, emerald eyes resting gently on her. "Are you?"
She curled up beside him, so small and deceptively fragile looking that he was reminded of their first meeting beneath the moonlight, all those years before.
"Mmh. I am... alive." He spoke slowly, as if still getting used to the concept. Silence stretched between them for a time before he spoke again, drawing a deep breath. "Dying was... an experience I could have done without," he admitted at length. "I... do not know whether I am 'okay.'" He grew quiet again before looking back to Maea, emerald eyes resting gently on her. "Are you?"
