RP Log: Mathiu & Apple
Putting this here because it's really sweet, fuzzy and today (Aug 20) is Mathiu's birthday.
It was a beautiful August day, and Apple was headed towards the docks. She held a small, wrapped parcel in her hands. For once, she wore her hair loose, and her face was upturned, soaking in the sunlight.
Mathiu sat on the end of the dock, his feet hanging in the water and his eyes trained off in the distance. He seemed more withdrawn than usual.
"Father," Apple called out to the familiar figure sitting on the docks. She patted the satchel on her side, checking that she brought the rods, and sat down beside him.
He gave a greeting but didn't turn around. "Hello, Apple."
She crinkled her brow slightly before she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Happy birthday," she said warmly.
Glancing over his shoulder, he smiled. "Thank you."
She smiled back, and handed the small parcel to him. "This is for you." While she knew much about her former teacher, Apple had still agonized over buying his present. Everything she had seen was either too overly sentimental or did not convey what she wanted to say. It had been almost too good to be true when she had found a craftsmen in Vinay and bought Mathiu's present.
Accepting the package with one hand, he pat the dock next to him with the other. "Sit with me? The water feels wonderful on your feet."
She nodded, and gracefully removed her shoes and socks before lowering her feet into the water. "Ah ... it does feel wonderful," she sighed.
With a smile, he asked, "Shall I open it?"
"Of course," she laughed. "Why else would I have given it to you?"
Opening it, he smiled again. "I'm honored that you remembered." When he had unwrapped it, he saw it was a collection of handcrafted fishing lures. With a grin he asked, "Are you trying to tempt me back into my lazy days?"
Apple looked down at the water, blushing slightly. "Would you protest, if I was?" she murmured.
"Not in the least."
She smiled and shifted slightly to give her father a hug. "I'm glad that you like them."
He kissed her cheek. "Maybe I should go get my pole and try one of them out."
She smiled happily. "You don't need to go far." Rummaging around in her satchel, she removed two collapsible fishing rods. "I came prepared."
Smiling broadly he took one from her. "Talk about bringing back memories...."
As she assembled her fishing pole, Apple kept sneaking glances at Mathiu. If asked, she wouldn't be able to describe how it made her feel to be spending time with him.
Mathiu smiled at her again. Whatever anti-social thoughts he had been having were chased away by her prescence and gift. His tone was light and teasing as he finished assembling the pole. "Remember back at the school...? Remember when you tried to bake Shu a birthday cake? I'm guessing that's why I don't have a cake."
She didn't reply, instead turning a bright red as she remembered the catastrophe that had been her attempt at baking a cake. While she could bake now, she did not unless she absolutely had to.
"I'm teasing, Apple."
"It was a horrid cake, wasn't it? I remember Shu tried to eat it anyway."
"He did," Mathiu grinned. "But what he didn't tell you is he got sick afterwards."
"He told you that?" Apple looked embarassed, even though the event had happened in the past.
"Well...I made sure he was all right."
Smiling slightly, Apple shook her head. "Some things are not meant to be baked together." She finished assembling her fishing rod, and looked over at Mathiu.
He affixed one of the new lures to the end of the line. "Things going well for you, dear daughter?"
She nodded. "I've been enjoying some time in the library. The castle has a better collection than I remember. And you?"
He cast the line into the water. "Avoiding the tavern."
She followed suit, less skillfully than Mathiu. "It is a relief that the atmosphere at Budehuc has been lighter ..."
He nodded. "Most definitely. This is such a surreal place."
"I agree. I am glad that I came here, even if I still have not spoken with Leon." She watched both lines move slowly with the current in the lake.
"I'm glad you're here, too." He frowned. "I don't have many friends, Apple. I guess I like it that way."
"What do you mean?" She turned, alarmed, and looked Mathiu in the eye.
"It's true. But I consider you one of those few."
Apple sighed, and rested her head on Mathiu's shoulder.
He put an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, now. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she smiled. "I wish that things could always be like this."
He whispered, "Me too."
It was a beautiful August day, and Apple was headed towards the docks. She held a small, wrapped parcel in her hands. For once, she wore her hair loose, and her face was upturned, soaking in the sunlight.
Mathiu sat on the end of the dock, his feet hanging in the water and his eyes trained off in the distance. He seemed more withdrawn than usual.
"Father," Apple called out to the familiar figure sitting on the docks. She patted the satchel on her side, checking that she brought the rods, and sat down beside him.
He gave a greeting but didn't turn around. "Hello, Apple."
She crinkled her brow slightly before she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Happy birthday," she said warmly.
Glancing over his shoulder, he smiled. "Thank you."
She smiled back, and handed the small parcel to him. "This is for you." While she knew much about her former teacher, Apple had still agonized over buying his present. Everything she had seen was either too overly sentimental or did not convey what she wanted to say. It had been almost too good to be true when she had found a craftsmen in Vinay and bought Mathiu's present.
Accepting the package with one hand, he pat the dock next to him with the other. "Sit with me? The water feels wonderful on your feet."
She nodded, and gracefully removed her shoes and socks before lowering her feet into the water. "Ah ... it does feel wonderful," she sighed.
With a smile, he asked, "Shall I open it?"
"Of course," she laughed. "Why else would I have given it to you?"
Opening it, he smiled again. "I'm honored that you remembered." When he had unwrapped it, he saw it was a collection of handcrafted fishing lures. With a grin he asked, "Are you trying to tempt me back into my lazy days?"
Apple looked down at the water, blushing slightly. "Would you protest, if I was?" she murmured.
"Not in the least."
She smiled and shifted slightly to give her father a hug. "I'm glad that you like them."
He kissed her cheek. "Maybe I should go get my pole and try one of them out."
She smiled happily. "You don't need to go far." Rummaging around in her satchel, she removed two collapsible fishing rods. "I came prepared."
Smiling broadly he took one from her. "Talk about bringing back memories...."
As she assembled her fishing pole, Apple kept sneaking glances at Mathiu. If asked, she wouldn't be able to describe how it made her feel to be spending time with him.
Mathiu smiled at her again. Whatever anti-social thoughts he had been having were chased away by her prescence and gift. His tone was light and teasing as he finished assembling the pole. "Remember back at the school...? Remember when you tried to bake Shu a birthday cake? I'm guessing that's why I don't have a cake."
She didn't reply, instead turning a bright red as she remembered the catastrophe that had been her attempt at baking a cake. While she could bake now, she did not unless she absolutely had to.
"I'm teasing, Apple."
"It was a horrid cake, wasn't it? I remember Shu tried to eat it anyway."
"He did," Mathiu grinned. "But what he didn't tell you is he got sick afterwards."
"He told you that?" Apple looked embarassed, even though the event had happened in the past.
"Well...I made sure he was all right."
Smiling slightly, Apple shook her head. "Some things are not meant to be baked together." She finished assembling her fishing rod, and looked over at Mathiu.
He affixed one of the new lures to the end of the line. "Things going well for you, dear daughter?"
She nodded. "I've been enjoying some time in the library. The castle has a better collection than I remember. And you?"
He cast the line into the water. "Avoiding the tavern."
She followed suit, less skillfully than Mathiu. "It is a relief that the atmosphere at Budehuc has been lighter ..."
He nodded. "Most definitely. This is such a surreal place."
"I agree. I am glad that I came here, even if I still have not spoken with Leon." She watched both lines move slowly with the current in the lake.
"I'm glad you're here, too." He frowned. "I don't have many friends, Apple. I guess I like it that way."
"What do you mean?" She turned, alarmed, and looked Mathiu in the eye.
"It's true. But I consider you one of those few."
Apple sighed, and rested her head on Mathiu's shoulder.
He put an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, now. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she smiled. "I wish that things could always be like this."
He whispered, "Me too."