[Even after a long day of adventuring, there is no shortage of cheer in his voice; he did his share of complaining during their travels, as he always did, but aimed to do so with a touch of wit and persevered regardless.
He gestures broadly to the scene before them as he seats himself beside her; the view really is lovely, without any conjuring needed to improve it. The water cuts through the night like a black ribbon, the moon bright and highlighting the trees along the horizon, and for a few moments, it seems possible to forget about the odds they're up against.
He reaches then for the covered basket, setting it down between their knees and offering her his most mischievous smile.]
More importantly—
[A flick of his wrist causes the cloth draped over the basket's contents to draw itself back, revealing what appears to be a pair of small but inviting-looking fruit tarts.]
I may have tucked away a few things while foraging in our most recent travels to make us a bit of dessert. Just between us, of course.
[Eyes alight, he lays a finger over his lips to indicate secrecy.]
[She does like lovely scenery. He'll receive no complaints from her.
For the moments that follow, she eyes the sky. The water. Everything. It's so peaceful. So calming. Sometimes it doesn't feel like they get enough of those. It always makes her think of simpler times. Except even in those simpler times, she's always been searching for something.
When he speaks up, she looks over to him. Leaning over to get a look at what he's brought, she smiles brightly.]
And you didn't want to share with the others? This is very sneaky of you, Gale. I don't think it's very nice to keep secrets...
[She sits a little more straight up, tucking her legs under the way she's sitting.]
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[Even after a long day of adventuring, there is no shortage of cheer in his voice; he did his share of complaining during their travels, as he always did, but aimed to do so with a touch of wit and persevered regardless.
He gestures broadly to the scene before them as he seats himself beside her; the view really is lovely, without any conjuring needed to improve it. The water cuts through the night like a black ribbon, the moon bright and highlighting the trees along the horizon, and for a few moments, it seems possible to forget about the odds they're up against.
He reaches then for the covered basket, setting it down between their knees and offering her his most mischievous smile.]
More importantly—
[A flick of his wrist causes the cloth draped over the basket's contents to draw itself back, revealing what appears to be a pair of small but inviting-looking fruit tarts.]
I may have tucked away a few things while foraging in our most recent travels to make us a bit of dessert. Just between us, of course.
[Eyes alight, he lays a finger over his lips to indicate secrecy.]
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For the moments that follow, she eyes the sky. The water. Everything. It's so peaceful. So calming. Sometimes it doesn't feel like they get enough of those. It always makes her think of simpler times. Except even in those simpler times, she's always been searching for something.
When he speaks up, she looks over to him. Leaning over to get a look at what he's brought, she smiles brightly.]
And you didn't want to share with the others? This is very sneaky of you, Gale. I don't think it's very nice to keep secrets...
[She sits a little more straight up, tucking her legs under the way she's sitting.]
...But maybe I'll make an exception this once.