13.Jul.13, 05:54 PM
Quenym sighed with relief when she boasted about not even owning any skirts. That was fantastic! She wouldn't be a huge priss and spoil any of his plans. She would simply be one of the boys. He was beyond happy with that, and let himself be taken along.
"Well, if I'm remembering right, I think I found a stream over that-a-way that has some pretty rocks in it. Found my purple one there, 'nd I've been keeping it as a good-luck charm. We might find more like it!" It was a brilliant idea! First the feathers, and then the rocks. But then he frowned. "Flora's kind of a girl-girl, isn't she? Do you think she'd like rocks at all? I mean, they're good for boys, but..." Quenym was unsure of what the appropriate giftery was for females of a feminine persuasion, and now that Casa had admitted that she wasn't all that girly, he was a little worried about how good his gift would be.
After all, he had promised the best!
He tugged her hand in the direction he thought the stream was, looking out for the brambles and darker greenery that had marked it the last time. Quenym distinctly remembered falling into them, and had no desire to repeat the incident. They were marks he bore proudly afterwards for his discovery, but they still had stung!
"Well, if I'm remembering right, I think I found a stream over that-a-way that has some pretty rocks in it. Found my purple one there, 'nd I've been keeping it as a good-luck charm. We might find more like it!" It was a brilliant idea! First the feathers, and then the rocks. But then he frowned. "Flora's kind of a girl-girl, isn't she? Do you think she'd like rocks at all? I mean, they're good for boys, but..." Quenym was unsure of what the appropriate giftery was for females of a feminine persuasion, and now that Casa had admitted that she wasn't all that girly, he was a little worried about how good his gift would be.
After all, he had promised the best!
He tugged her hand in the direction he thought the stream was, looking out for the brambles and darker greenery that had marked it the last time. Quenym distinctly remembered falling into them, and had no desire to repeat the incident. They were marks he bore proudly afterwards for his discovery, but they still had stung!