Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
"It would depend on the magic trick." Her response was easy enough, a sign of it being truth. She was very old, yes, but she could still find delight in certain things. The day she didn't? Well, that was a thought for another time. Not when the sun was rising warm on her shoulders and the grass was cold beneath and between her toes. Not with the burn of spiced tea marking its path from her lips to her stomach. Not with a daisy appearing out of 'nowhere' with that little flourish from Eddie. With her big toes digging past grass and into soil, she allowed a smile as she accepted the flower. And tucked it into one of the crossings of her braid. It was too late in the season for flower crowns, and she was far too old to wear them, but a single bloom tucked in a braid was acceptable.
"That's different." Of course it was. She was. There was no comparison between the expansive acceptance of the earth and the fleeting lives that lived upon it. And yet she knew that one without the other would never work.
She liked his smile. It was a decision that had her frowning for the flicker of a second, but it smoothed again easily as she sighed. "And are you?" She could admit to a particular lack in people that asked her things. At least things about herself. But the way he watched her made her suspect that he actually was interested. Huh. She shook her head, but it wasn't a refusal. "I haven't traveled much. Only here and one other place. Though they're a ways in between the two." It wasn't anything he couldn't have guessed on her own, but it was a sort of a warm-up 'confession'.