Gale
11-16-2019, 12:25 PM
Her enthusiasm is contagious, and despite the ache in his ears at her shrill screech, Blue returns her grins in equal measure. There is something about her, about the way she unapologetically announces her every emotion, and that all of them are so positive, that draws him in like iron to a lodestone. As though he might catch some of her sparkling brightness and keep it for himself, simply by being near. The unabashed praise does not dissuade him from this possibility, and though she compliments a skill that he is just learning (relearning?) he cannot help but beam proudly back at her.
She announces her name, filling the space after with chatter that has him laughing despite himself. “Green Bean,” he repeats with a chuckle. “Here, look…”
Another furrow of his brow, and she will see herself – but differently. Her brown coat is suddenly emerald, as iridescent as his own. He hasn’t quite mastered much more than changing the color of things, but that he thinks he has quite well. Himself he makes a brighter shade of blue, sapphire nearly, before slowly releasing both shades.
“Green,” he says, and there is a finality in the nod he gives her, even with his still-present smile. “You will be Green, and I will be Blue.” Her passion for each other thing she has found gives him hope she will like this nickname too. It feels nice, to have a friend he can give a nickname, even if the friend is someone he has met only minutes earlier. Another gust of wind blows by, and he tucks his wings more tightly, and looks almost enviously at her thick shaggy coat.
“I’m cold,” Blue tells her truthfully. “My home is a lot warmer than this meadow.” Something tells him that it would be too forward to ask her back home with him already, especially if she happens to live in the Meadow. But he considers it, and, given her enthusiasm for everything else she has seen and done in his presence, decides to offer anyway. “It’s a nice place, a tropical island. If you don’t have anything else to do today, maybe I could show you?”
@[Bean]
She announces her name, filling the space after with chatter that has him laughing despite himself. “Green Bean,” he repeats with a chuckle. “Here, look…”
Another furrow of his brow, and she will see herself – but differently. Her brown coat is suddenly emerald, as iridescent as his own. He hasn’t quite mastered much more than changing the color of things, but that he thinks he has quite well. Himself he makes a brighter shade of blue, sapphire nearly, before slowly releasing both shades.
“Green,” he says, and there is a finality in the nod he gives her, even with his still-present smile. “You will be Green, and I will be Blue.” Her passion for each other thing she has found gives him hope she will like this nickname too. It feels nice, to have a friend he can give a nickname, even if the friend is someone he has met only minutes earlier. Another gust of wind blows by, and he tucks his wings more tightly, and looks almost enviously at her thick shaggy coat.
“I’m cold,” Blue tells her truthfully. “My home is a lot warmer than this meadow.” Something tells him that it would be too forward to ask her back home with him already, especially if she happens to live in the Meadow. But he considers it, and, given her enthusiasm for everything else she has seen and done in his presence, decides to offer anyway. “It’s a nice place, a tropical island. If you don’t have anything else to do today, maybe I could show you?”
@[Bean]