Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
Once the other two had settled, Ari eyed the space between them and decided that she could fit -- if they got cozy. And why not get cozy? It wasn’t as though they were strangers (even if their situation was, well, strange). With that in mind, she practically crammed herself between them, giving Aspel a beatific little smile as she found the covered bowl with the blueberry salad and nudged it towards Drake with her foot. “This is the one you want,” she told him. The sky was swiftly fading from violet to indigo, though they’d made it up here a bit earlier than she’d expected -- in the end, convincing Drake hadn’t taken quite as long as she’d planned for. “You know,” she said, “you did miss out this afternoon.” She thought about mentioning Aspel’s relentless search for the smaller cactuar but… considering the other woman’s uninhibited moment earlier, perhaps that was a more sensitive subject than she’d thought. Instead, she said, “I would have won you a hat to match mine, if I could have. Lucky for you, my aim is abysmal.” He took the bowl that Ari had indicated and uncovered it. The first piece of lettuce - along with a generous amount of blueberries - was speared onto his disposable fork and shoved into his mouth. Now that he wasn’t wallowing, he was starving. The biggest problem he was having with the sudden bout of depression was the inconsistent appetite - he couldn’t really tell when he was hungry, and when he was able to figure it out, he still didn’t eat that much. If he ate the entire salad, that would be the most he’d eaten in a few days. And that was just sad. “Then I’m glad Aspel didn’t offer to help.” The last thing he wanted was a silly hat like Ari’s. Unless it was a top hat. He’d always wanted one of those. “I’m glad you guys had fun, though.” A brief glance was given to Ari with a flicker of a smile as the other woman smashed herself between them, and somehow, Aspel couldn’t help but feel a little robbed at whatever closeness she may have had with Drake physically being taken away from her…. It was silly though, a pointless feeling and thought. It wasn’t like he was in a different room. The feeling was shoved away. There was no room for things like that here. “I may need to attempt to rectify that mistake in the next festival that rolls about.” Faram knew that Emillion certainly had enough of them. It seemed like every time you blinked there was a new one popping up. Though, at the same time, that was part of the charm of a city like this too. “It would have been more enjoyable if you had joined.” The words were a little hesitant as the emotion displayed more vulnerable, and bare than she’d really intended at all. |