Post by Ymir Bishop on Oct 6, 2017 17:50:17 GMT
Ymir leaned into his embrace, head tucking neatly as he rested his chin atop it. There was a comfort, a familiarity, in that gesture, feelings which had persisted since their childhood. A small smile crossed her lips, as he pulled back, enveloping himself in the embrace of the blankets. “You’re preaching to the choir on that one, Ea.” A small snort sounded at his jest, though she noticed him pulling at the tangles in his long, coppery hair. Settling back, eyes flicking over the tools she’d brought, she took a quick mental inventory. Putting a few of the things away, the mage paused, before producing something that was perhaps unexpected: a small comb, made of some time of antler, with pretty swirls of cream and black. “You’ll get farther with that than your hands. I can comb it and braid it for you if you want.” The offer was accompanied with a knowing smirk. She’d never cared to maintain her own tresses with much length; he, however, was different. And that was something she’d taken pleasure in for a long time.
With his side-long glance a moment later, she seemed to grow quiet. Well. As if that didn’t cause a shadow of something akin to guilt to cross her features. He really did want to tell her of Shimmer, of the new world of possibility she was being opened up to… But she didn’t think he’d like it. At all. And so, badly, she tried playing it off. “I don’t think I’m going to find a Prince any time soon, especially like that. And my students all like me too much to run off. I did find some new herbs, though, when I was outside of the school last week. I’m curious to try them.” Try, of course, meaning test. Probably on herself, in a small quantity. That was always the first step, figuring out if they were poisonous.
With his side-long glance a moment later, she seemed to grow quiet. Well. As if that didn’t cause a shadow of something akin to guilt to cross her features. He really did want to tell her of Shimmer, of the new world of possibility she was being opened up to… But she didn’t think he’d like it. At all. And so, badly, she tried playing it off. “I don’t think I’m going to find a Prince any time soon, especially like that. And my students all like me too much to run off. I did find some new herbs, though, when I was outside of the school last week. I’m curious to try them.” Try, of course, meaning test. Probably on herself, in a small quantity. That was always the first step, figuring out if they were poisonous.
