Oh he’s prettier when he smiles!
Bean doesn’t think she has ever seen a prettier smile than his. Okay, maybe the stars or constellations - whatever those sparkly bits in the sky might want to be recognized as. Some I’m yes they make smiles, or she sees smiles in them like one sees shapes in the clouds. Because she can, because she wants to, because it’s just pure fun and silliness.
Smiles though, seem to be as infectious as sneezes. Bean likes that. It makes him shinier, brighter, happier and her little magpie-heart just sings and sings as if no sorrow could ever touch it. Her ears crane towards the sound of his voice, captivating and boyish and so many other things that Bean has never encountered before. (Honestly, it’s a miracle she’s made it this far!) He makes her look at him, probably with a rosy tint because how could she see him as anything but nice and wonderful?
Suddenly, there’s like a weirdness that settles against her skin. A faint buzz, a hum really. Maybe a tickle that causes a giggle to escape. Then she’s narrowing her eyes to see down the bridge of her nose because it’s not a brown blue to her any more. It’s green! The most shiny beautiful dazzling green that she’s ever seen! He turns darker, deeper, and just as dazzling in a shade of sapphire that puts real sapphires to shame.
“Wow! Just wow!” this time, it’s a little more hushed as she says it by the magic he’s done. She is almost rendered speechless as she tries to see more of herself, turning in a circle as if chasing her own tail. How pretty! The pair of them are like fine jewels unearthed from the deepest caves and dirt. She can just imagine it, hatching from a bedrock of crystalline growth to look like this…
“Blue. Green. I like it!” she declares happily before nudging his nose with her own. She doesn’t even mind that he’s still shiny and bold in looks and she’s back to just being a brown old Bean. Decisions are made then too, because she feels that this must be what friendship is like. Bean likes friendship, especially with Blue but Blue looks cold and Bean steps in closer.
“Yeah, you don’t have much fur on you like I do.” if she should be embarrassed to look like snuffleupagus wandered in off Sesame Street, she’s not. But her heart does constrict a bit at his truthful admission about being cold. It’s not like she’s a furnace and could blast enough heat on him to keep him warm - she’s too small for that. It’d be like trying to keep warm with a match, little and ineffective. Oh, he’s talking again… something about showing her an island…
An island!
“You live on an island?!” her face is incredulous. She’s heard of islands of course. Even seen ones that were rocky and gloomy in the middle of unforgiving seas full of storms, but nothing tropical and pleasant sounding as he makes it seem to be. “Nope, no plans!” she assures him with a grin and another nudge. “Well, except to see this island of yours. So what are we waiting for?”
Bean is the picture of barely contained excitement. Smiling. Bright eyed. Practically bouncing from one hoof to the other.
@[Gale]