Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
The first part of the day had been simple. Aspel and Ari had ventured off to the various festivities, and accordingly collected an assortment of foods, along with other small trinkets, or toys that they believed Drake would be likely to enjoy. Admittedly, that wasn’t the sole reason, but for Aspel it was a large part of it. He’d been so quiet, reserved, and… Un-Drake like since returning that the smith hadn’t a clue what to do with him, but she wanted to make it better regardless of not knowing what to do at all. So the venture out had begun, enjoying Ari’s company, flirting with the other woman, winning her a ridiculous hat, grabbing a bite to eat, and - of course - getting the bard’s assurance of what Drake did and didn’t like at various points throughout the day before scooping the confirmed items up, and storing them away for their trek. This trek - one Drake likely would far from expect - consisted of gathering up an appropriate picnic basket, storing away various vegetables, fruits, nuts, teas (a white and a green as Aspel hadn’t been able to choose between the two and in frustration and a slight amount of distress had simply bought both), two loaves of bread, some cheeses, and slices of meat along with a miniature Cactuar doll - one about a third of the size of the doll she’d won him the year before - that had been won from the fair games earlier in the day that had been precisely placed to lie in the middle of the basket so it would be hidden from view until the basket was fully opened. With things appropriately arranged, and settled, the smith had allowed for Ari to lead the way. While she knew how to get to Drake’s… Something felt a bit… Off, of directing the other woman there since Ari and Drake’s relationship seemed a bit more… Intimate than her and Drake’s own. “I do hope the fight he puts on is not too substantial.” A beat. “I may consider feeling bad for a moment if it is.” “He may refuse to let us in at all,” Ari said thoughtfully. She was enjoying the slow stroll through the streets, far less crowded now that they had left the majority of the festivities behind. People would be celebrating for hours yet, until darkness fell and fireworks lit the sky. She supposed in a place like Emillion one could either celebrate or wallow in despair -- those who had ventured out today clearly preferred the former, herself among them. Drake might prefer the latter but that was why he had them, after all. Or something of that nature. “In any case,” she continued, “if he does, I’ll get the door open.” A sideways glance at Aspel from under the brim of her truly ridiculous hat was given before she said, “It would not be the first time. It’s a bit of a game, and he could use a little fun. I feel better for having had some, certainly.” It had been a refreshingly… normal sort of festival day, lacking in awkward discomfort and weighty pauses; it had been nice to simply enjoy each other’s company without thinking of complicated things. She only hoped the mood would carry over to Drake’s apartment along with them. |