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[sing_nonomori]

[It's a little past midnight, and she's quiet, watching the snow fall down. She eventually smiles to herself as if there is some kind of secret before setting down a small twig with apple blossoms on the comm.]

Even in sadness, we may find some happiness.

Sil dahan ni mia sol ka, il Prydain? It is your second sun circle.

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[not_riku_thx]

[She always, always has the prefect things to say at the right time.

He takes the kiss from her warmly, carefully, more gentle with her than he'll ever be with anyone or anything else.

And there's fierce swelling of pride, a slow blossom of light that spreads from her into him, quieting the shadows and concerns and every external doubt away.

He hopes he never has to lose her. What this world would be, without Yorda in it...

Prydain pull back a little, just far enough to look her face over with wide serious eyes, then a suddenly impish smile, tracing the tips of her ears with cool fingers to see if they twitch]

You're the most important person in my heart. The best person I know. Nobody else makes me so-

[And the silent communicator buzzes in his coat pocket with a new message, probably another stupid thing...he fumbles awkwardly for a moment, intent on chucking it aside so he can have a moment's time alone.

Ah, but then catches a sideways glimpse of the screen, and freezes. Namine. In some kind of trouble.

Drama, why you gotta have the worst ever timing?]

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[sing_nonomori]

[When she sees the impish grin, she gives one in turn. And her oversized ears do indeed twitch at the soft touch.

She doesn't say anything. Once upon a time talking was new and fresh to her and she couldn't keep her mouth shut. But she started to learn a very different sort of language; silence, the language of actions. She learned to listen to words and sounds between things people spoke.

Prydain was so straightforward though, and that gave her such comfort.]

Madil ne ha, si Hundus Wanda...

[She whispers softly against his cheek, hugging him close.

And then there's a familiar sound from communicator. She watches Prydain check it, curious as to what's on it.

Her heart sinks. Namine.

Kind, wonderful Namine who's never hurt anyone caught by one of those monsters.

She straightens without a word, disappearing behind a table laden with pots growing a variety of life. It's a moment before she returns, holding the sword. It's runes pulse and crackle with the same light flooding Yorda's body.]

We hurry.