[ Aran Voliere cuts an imposing figure. He's a hero of the land, a savior of the people, has seen and done things that Narmaya can barely imagine – and here he is, like a schoolboy offering a flower to his beau, all averted gaze and fumbled words and it takes a moment to really sink in what this must mean.
And – before she can really stop herself – Narmaya finds herself laughing.
It's so awful. It's so mean, when he's had to put this much effort in even to make this stumbling attempt, but as inept as this whole affair might be it's in the stumbles more than anything, somehow, that his true intent shines through.
Carefully, so as not to upset either of their balances, Narmaya pulls herself up onto the log. Even with Aran sat down beside her, she needs all the help she can get to be able to reach up to his face and press a kiss, feather soft, to the corner of his mouth. ]
... thank you. It... it really is beautiful. And I– um– well, you're–
[ ...
she was doing so well right up until she had to use her words and now she finds she's fumbling as well. whoops. ]
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And – before she can really stop herself – Narmaya finds herself laughing.
It's so awful. It's so mean, when he's had to put this much effort in even to make this stumbling attempt, but as inept as this whole affair might be it's in the stumbles more than anything, somehow, that his true intent shines through.
Carefully, so as not to upset either of their balances, Narmaya pulls herself up onto the log. Even with Aran sat down beside her, she needs all the help she can get to be able to reach up to his face and press a kiss, feather soft, to the corner of his mouth. ]
... thank you. It... it really is beautiful. And I– um– well, you're–
[ ...
she was doing so well right up until she had to use her words and now she finds she's fumbling as well. whoops. ]