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[an_evening_star]

The time passes slowly as Sal's caravan creaks its way back toward Wall, and Yvaine has lost track of the exact passing of days and hours and minutes. They seem to blend indecipherably into each other - resting as the woman drives and making her careful way up onto the wagon's roof while the woman sleeps, head tilted up at the sky and nighttime

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[an_evening_star]

And take it she does - primness fading easily into an uncertain, almost questioning, murmur. Low and quiet and unusually careful.

"I have watched people a great deal," she says. "Not that - well, I know that it sounds strange, but what else are we to do?"

A grin and she presses a finger to his nose, "I did not lie when I said that my sisters were very likely gossiping something awful about you."

She breathes out a quiet huff, sigh catching nervously.

"Anyway, it is just - I have watched people and I have seen lives and people really do not do that many incredibly interesting things. There are very rarely the impressive sort of ones that warrant their own stories to be written. And it is not to say that I think that I have done very many interesting things - well, at least not prior to this insanity - but, it is mostly - what I am saying is - is that I think that I could be content doing utterly ordinary things with you."

Boring even. She thinks that she could be boring with him - just only if it was with him.

"And after this we certainly do deserve some ordinary things," she questions. "Don't you think?"

[tristranthorn]

Tristran sniffs at her finger, staring at her with sleepy looking eyes, a placid 'expression' (if one can read expressions on a dormouse's face).

There is a glimpse of something to show, perhaps, that he might be listening. That he might hear her. But only if one looks very closely.

But then he moves once more towards the hand with the nuts. He wants another one, of course.

[an_evening_star]

"It's out of nowhere, isn't it?" she tucks her hair behind her ears self-consciously. "Or so you would think, but it - it's not really. I - I have rather figured for a while."

She's not really looking at anything in particular - just kind of gazing off at some middle-distance that has somehow managed to appear in her lap and fidgeting with the hem of one of her sleeves.

"You - well, you sleep on the right side of the bed. You know, without having to ask and not the one that I want to be sleeping on and, it is strange because it was not something I ever gave very much thought to, if I were to be honest. But it seems rather ridiculously important when you really get down to it, because how can one stand an eternity of sleeping on the wrong side of the bed?"

She blinks, then flutters her fingers hastily.

"Not that I am implying in any way that you would want," a sigh and another messy flop backward. "Oh, I am saying this all wrong."

[tristranthorn]

There is no wrong to a dormouse, especially a very happy one who is being well-fed. As far as she may notice, he likes Yvaine just fine because she has food. To a little rodent, the logic is as follows: food is good. Person with food is therefore good.

He has eaten three nuts now, and is content to just sit there, leaning against Yvaine's hand, his soft fur brushing up against her.

[an_evening_star]

After a few moments with her eyes closed, reminding herself how to breathe properly and assuring herself that her heart was still caught properly behind her ribs, she chances a quick glance downward.

"Don't look at me like that," she grumbles. "It is not as though you are a thrilling conversationalist yourself."

She's quiet again, thoughtful. One set fingers running slowly along the soft line of his back and the other pressed to the space where her heart is.

"You know?" she breathes. "I wouldn't make you do anything spectacular for it either."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran doesn't move. The feeling of her fingers against him is soothing, comforting. The only thing moving is his nose as it twitches, whiskers moving about.

Black eyes slowly hide behind furry little eyelids as Tristran seems about ready to settle in for sleep. Then he suddenly scratches behind his ear with his foot. It is a very natural reflexive movement.

[an_evening_star]

"Just -" and she laughs, wrinkling her nose at him. "Want to know a secret?"

She props herself up a bit and scoops him into her hands once more, holding him close enough that her nose can press against his.

"It's really yours already," she whispers, settling him into the pace where her neck meets her shoulder. "It's just a matter of asking."

Her own eyes flutter a bit, humming a quick snatch of something before she continues, "See? Nothing hard at all. Especially anything involving conniving glittery females - or any other females for that matter."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran's little face scrunches up a bit before he gets on all fours, initially finding it difficult to find a stable position on Yvaine's shoulder.

Little feet take a step forward, then they move back again. He isn't sure it's safe yet. He peers up towards her face as though questioning. And then he looks away.

[an_evening_star]

"I am slowly losing control over my inner monologues," she muses, mostly to herself. "It's a bit distressing, all things considered."

She lets her hand linger upward for inspection by tiny paws, "Hopefully they will recover before you do."

Her gaze cants downward, eyes shaded.

"There's room," she replies to his glance, trying not to laugh as he skitters along her skin. "I wouldn't drop you."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran seems to be reassured by this - well, as reassured as a dormouse can be under the circumstances.

Moving lightly across her shoulder and down her arm, his feet move one after the other until he is back, more or less in her hand. It takes him several moments, considering how large she is in comparison to him and a few slip-ups, in which he almost falls over or loses his grip.

[an_evening_star]

The star monitors his progress with an unusual attention to detail - she had promised not to drop him, after all - and arcs an eyebrow at him when he's finished. She's somehow certain that there were easier ways of doing that.

Then again, he would hardly be Tristran at all if he made things simple.

"I am going to miss you," she concludes. "When you are hers."

And, somewhere in her, that tiny little voice chimes, 'I would do it better. Let me?' But she still has her pride - what little of it is left. She isn't quite ready to beg.

A quiet laugh, lips tugging up wryly, "I speak as though you have been mine."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran makes no indication to show that he has heard her as he crawls back into her lap, sniffing about curiously and not without the slightest bit of indifference.

He approaches her fingers again, seeking that warmth, paws using her fingers as leverage to stand while his nose continues to twitch, taking everything in through smell as opposed to sight.

[an_evening_star]

"And I continue to justify myself to a mouse."

She shakes her head, fingers curling lightly around him almost reflexively.

"There is something very sincerely wrong with this," she says, voice quietly amused and barely carrying. "Or at least one should find something wrong with this."

She doesn't seem too terribly bothered, all things considered.

[tristranthorn]

Tristran is hardly bothered either. Shrinking back down, all four paws on the fabric of her dress, the little dormouse curls into a ball.

He's getting rather tired.

[an_evening_star]

"It is comforting to know that some things have not changed," she says dryly, with a roll of her eyes. "Eat and then sleep, Tristran. You are getting predictable in your old age."

She can't really help but smile - she's getting rather used to it.

"A song then, do you think?"

[tristranthorn]

Tristran's little form nuzzles himself against her dress, small black eyes slowly closing.

A song would be nice.