[flower dance]

[pieta_au_lait]

[outside the Chapel at sunset, Robin is setting out a very large circle of picked flowers on the ground; once her work is done, she steps back to survey the design -- and suddenly, the wind picks up, and flower petals all burst into the air, floating around in a hazy dance and probably landing in your hair.]

... pretty.

((Derping out for the

Comments

[watchmycannon]

[Yes, very pretty. Is more concerned with examining Robin's hair, however]

[pieta_au_lait]

[there are flower petals in it]

[also, Robin is inhaling slightly when she sees David]

Is that-- you?

[watchmycannon]

--Pardon?

[pieta_au_lait]

[steps toward]

Is that you, Gae Bolg? You look just like him.

[watchmycannon]

[Sort of startles, at that, taking a half-step back]

--No. Though it is mine. You are indeed miss Robin, then.

[pieta_au_lait]

[tilts her head]

Yes, I'm Robin.

[watchmycannon]

I have been looking for you, wanting to speak with you. Regarding the Gae Bolg.

[pieta_au_lait]

Did he belong to you before?

[watchmycannon]

[..8|]

It belongs to me, yes.

[pieta_au_lait]

That's why he looks like you, then. He says he served the same family for generations... that must have left an imprint.

[watchmycannon]

...It... says?

[okay I have spent many years looking at the Gae Bolg and it looks nothing like me.]

[pieta_au_lait]

[nods]

He's rather nice, I think. A little closed-off, though.

[watchmycannon]

How is it that you're able to talk to it?

[pieta_au_lait]

I just do, sometimes. In my head.

[watchmycannon]

[...unsure if jelis or not]

Well...that's certainly remarkable. And you say it-- he... looks like me?

[pieta_au_lait]

Not entirely like you, but there's definitely a resemblance.