04-27-2023, 11:12 PM
Matilda
She laughs with surprise at his comment and his indignation. It was so far from what she had expected, this reaction of his, and rather than be offended, or cowed, or infuriated by the snapping reply she is somewhere in the realm of being entertained. It does not phase her, and after the surprise fades it leaves a smile illuminated both by his glow and the soft purple one that halos her head in her flowers.
“Listen, you’re the one that was frowning up at the moon. It’s not that big of an assumption to make.” Would it make more sense that he was frowning about something down on the earth and that he was merely gazing upon the moon? Sure! But Matilda’s world was one that didn’t make a lot of sense, and she happily jumped to whatever the more entertaining explanation was.
Like right now - it was becoming more and more clear that he was the son of the moon, and that’s how he inherited these little moons. The frown made sense then - parents had a way of inspiring such an expression. Even when they were as nice as her own. And the moon probably wasn’t a very involved parent, either, what with living so far away.
Matilda doesn’t ask about any of this, instead she just adds with a sweet smile: “Also they’re lilacs, not lavender.” And she shakes her head from side to side to shimmy those glowing flowers to they flop (she assumes) rather impressively.
“Listen, you’re the one that was frowning up at the moon. It’s not that big of an assumption to make.” Would it make more sense that he was frowning about something down on the earth and that he was merely gazing upon the moon? Sure! But Matilda’s world was one that didn’t make a lot of sense, and she happily jumped to whatever the more entertaining explanation was.
Like right now - it was becoming more and more clear that he was the son of the moon, and that’s how he inherited these little moons. The frown made sense then - parents had a way of inspiring such an expression. Even when they were as nice as her own. And the moon probably wasn’t a very involved parent, either, what with living so far away.
Matilda doesn’t ask about any of this, instead she just adds with a sweet smile: “Also they’re lilacs, not lavender.” And she shakes her head from side to side to shimmy those glowing flowers to they flop (she assumes) rather impressively.
@daedalus