Bloom
"I do enjoy talking to you, Cerrik."
Violet said it with such simple sincerity that she didn't immediately consider whether his teasing had called for anything less direct. When she did, a faint warmth touched her expression, but she made no attempt to take the admission back.
She listened as he described Lew'el, finding herself increasingly able to picture the place through him rather than through anything she might eventually find in an archive. The ocean, the islands, fishermen arguing over whose methods were best. It was precisely what she'd meant when she had said she wanted to know the people who made a world what it was.
"Fishing to you sounds a little like gardening to me." Violet smiled thoughtfully. "Not the actual fishing part, obviously. Just being able to look at something you've known your entire life and understand it without really thinking about how you know."
She gave a small shrug, searching for the right way to explain it.
"To be able to just tell when something needs more water, or when a plant isn't doing well before there's anything obviously wrong with it. I never thought that was particularly interesting growing up. It was just part of home."
Her violet eyes returned to him.
"Now you've made me curious whether I'd understand anything about your ocean at all."
Cerrik
Violet said it with such simple sincerity that she didn't immediately consider whether his teasing had called for anything less direct. When she did, a faint warmth touched her expression, but she made no attempt to take the admission back.
She listened as he described Lew'el, finding herself increasingly able to picture the place through him rather than through anything she might eventually find in an archive. The ocean, the islands, fishermen arguing over whose methods were best. It was precisely what she'd meant when she had said she wanted to know the people who made a world what it was.
"Fishing to you sounds a little like gardening to me." Violet smiled thoughtfully. "Not the actual fishing part, obviously. Just being able to look at something you've known your entire life and understand it without really thinking about how you know."
She gave a small shrug, searching for the right way to explain it.
"To be able to just tell when something needs more water, or when a plant isn't doing well before there's anything obviously wrong with it. I never thought that was particularly interesting growing up. It was just part of home."
Her violet eyes returned to him.
"Now you've made me curious whether I'd understand anything about your ocean at all."
Cerrik