// think of the sun that shaped them //
She left the “just come home” part to herself, before nudging a smile back upon her features, smothering multitudes for the sake of keeping the peace. “Fine. But then I hope you have many stories to share.”
There was more to be done on the costume front anyway – so she waited for either approval or dissent. When he pointed to the leaf one, she nodded, snagging at a pair of fabric scissors and passing them over to him. “Could be like when kids make those paper snowflakes,” and she winked again, figuring that might set a better tone.
As for her own, she perused the remaining options. “Maybe I’ll try for some designs by the eyes, like these,” pointing to one with light designs meant to signify will-o-wisps and tiny hints of embers, flames. “Though perhaps I’ll draw them out on the cloth first,” that way it’d be far easier to cut through, and she turned her head downward, already beginning to start the outline in charcoal.
There was more to be done on the costume front anyway – so she waited for either approval or dissent. When he pointed to the leaf one, she nodded, snagging at a pair of fabric scissors and passing them over to him. “Could be like when kids make those paper snowflakes,” and she winked again, figuring that might set a better tone.
As for her own, she perused the remaining options. “Maybe I’ll try for some designs by the eyes, like these,” pointing to one with light designs meant to signify will-o-wisps and tiny hints of embers, flames. “Though perhaps I’ll draw them out on the cloth first,” that way it’d be far easier to cut through, and she turned her head downward, already beginning to start the outline in charcoal.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
