As he studies her in that curiously open way of his, he is able to watch the memories curl around her like smoke on a breeze. Some are barely there, a wisp quickly swept away by the wind. But others hover, caught in a pocket of motionless air. Those are the ones that find him, tell him of her bedtime dreams of uncovering the wealth of the world hidden in all it’s smallest crevices. He smiles then, because he knows. He knows without doubt they are far more similar than they are different.
His gaze shifts back to the open, rocky expanse of Loess as she muses on it, admiring its beauty. And it is beautiful, in a vastly different way than Taiga is beautiful. Reave is rarely one to pause and ponder the landscape or wonder at its loveliness. But through her eyes, in the shadows of her emotions strung around her like fairy lights, he can see it. And he can admire it.
He is easily distracted however with little to say on the subject of newness or charm. And so the cheeky suggestion to visit the hot spring quickly spills from his lips. It would undoubtedly be trespassing, but that was hardly an event that had stopped Reave in the past. It would certainly not stop him today either.
A fact Cheri seems easily able to discern as she eyes him with a sudden understanding and suspicion dawning. His grin widens at her question, and without answering, he jolts forward, tossing an impertinent glance over his shoulder at her as he does so. It’s only as he’s cantering towards the west that he finally shouts back, “Of course!”
The hot spring is not far, and when he skids to halt near it’s edge, faintly breathless, he glances back to ensure Cheri had followed him. He’s quickly discovering it’s rather delightful having another around to share his adventures with. He thinks he could probably get used to this. “If you stick around, maybe I’ll show you some of my other secrets.”
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@[Cheri]