[ There's no one those sorrows belong to, she thinks.
Prior to coming here, she had no reason or means to look out for someone who might play a role like that for her. Her health is poor and dwindling, and her state of being ensures that no others except the one can reach her. It's not that she doesn't realize the inequity in her relationships; it's part of the design, baked into her very reason for coming here. Experience life again, but more importantly, grant the other wishes.
Yingying doesn't interrupt. She listens patiently, masking any surprise she feels at Odile's offer.
Is... something like that even possible?
Aventurine, Edamura, Shoko, they've all offered her their wishes. Her gaze falls to her hands, then shuts entirely. Her life really is blessed — she's been remembering now, what it feels like for the others around you to wish the best for you. Like her moms, aunts, uncles, brothers, and sisters had. It's bitter, but nostalgic too, like the taste of old medicine. ]
Inviting me over to your place...? Hehe. It turns out you're secretly the sweet type, too...
[ Odile's lands are more similar to her own homeland; she wouldn't feel so ... alienated as she does in the present era of time in her own world. It's a tempting and tender offer, all at the same time, and she doesn't take it for granted, nor does she take it lightly. ]
I'd like to see it. The people there, the customs, the robes.
[ Her smile is quiet and to herself, thinking of her home before it went up in flames. Before the star fell, before her health became like this.
The jump from her own time to the present is too jarring. Maybe... Odile's home would be a good stepping stone, while she acclimates. It might even be good for her recovery. She's not sure she can offer Odile even a speculation of what her future might be like — even these three weeks have told her little of what life would be like again, outside of warm from being in companionship with others. ]
You could afford to be a little more optimistic, Odile, [ She chastises her, but it's gently, raising her head to meet her eyes again. ] You've hardly asked me, and you're already acting like I may not want to go.
[ "There might be others she would prefer," and so on. Like with Poppy, when Yingying sees hopelessness or doubt, she plucks it like an unruly weed, like she always has as a fairy meant to give people belief. ]
never apologize
Prior to coming here, she had no reason or means to look out for someone who might play a role like that for her. Her health is poor and dwindling, and her state of being ensures that no others except the one can reach her. It's not that she doesn't realize the inequity in her relationships; it's part of the design, baked into her very reason for coming here. Experience life again, but more importantly, grant the other wishes.
Yingying doesn't interrupt. She listens patiently, masking any surprise she feels at Odile's offer.
Is... something like that even possible?
Aventurine, Edamura, Shoko, they've all offered her their wishes. Her gaze falls to her hands, then shuts entirely. Her life really is blessed — she's been remembering now, what it feels like for the others around you to wish the best for you. Like her moms, aunts, uncles, brothers, and sisters had. It's bitter, but nostalgic too, like the taste of old medicine. ]
Inviting me over to your place...? Hehe. It turns out you're secretly the sweet type, too...
[ Odile's lands are more similar to her own homeland; she wouldn't feel so ... alienated as she does in the present era of time in her own world. It's a tempting and tender offer, all at the same time, and she doesn't take it for granted, nor does she take it lightly. ]
I'd like to see it. The people there, the customs, the robes.
[ Her smile is quiet and to herself, thinking of her home before it went up in flames. Before the star fell, before her health became like this.
The jump from her own time to the present is too jarring. Maybe... Odile's home would be a good stepping stone, while she acclimates. It might even be good for her recovery. She's not sure she can offer Odile even a speculation of what her future might be like — even these three weeks have told her little of what life would be like again, outside of warm from being in companionship with others. ]
You could afford to be a little more optimistic, Odile, [ She chastises her, but it's gently, raising her head to meet her eyes again. ] You've hardly asked me, and you're already acting like I may not want to go.
[ "There might be others she would prefer," and so on. Like with Poppy, when Yingying sees hopelessness or doubt, she plucks it like an unruly weed, like she always has as a fairy meant to give people belief. ]