Krishna & Morrigan | Early evening | Town Circle
After the encounter with Dr. Rosier, Krishna had renewed his efforts to look for Morrigan. When he found her, he wondered if he had tried at all, because the dress she was wearing stood out so much, even amid the colourful throng of people dotting the town green.
The dress was a colour that he had never seen Morrigan wear before, and the cut of it was even more surprising than the one she had worn to dinner the week before. Her hair was free, once again, and though there was no paint on her face, she looked fresh and radiant, and somewhat different than usual.
Krishna went straight to Morrigan. His focus was singular and he never wavered, never hesitated and stopped to think of whether or not she wanted to see him. It simply wasn't within his nature to doubt pointlessly - if she refused him, then she would just have to say so.
"Morrigan," Krishna's mouth might have quirked into a faint smile. His dark eyes were very warm, and the appreciation in them was unmistakable. Still, it was the absence of her cane that made the smile look more natural, sitting just where it should be. The gods are good to us. "I'm not sure how I missed you at all, I must have been blind. I have been looking for you all afternoon." The flowers had already started to wilt, but they still retained their colour. Krishna put his medicine box on the ground, and pulled out the clematis he had been keeping for her all day. He could have given them to her, but he deliberately chose not to. Instead, he moved a little closer to tuck the thin stems in her dark hair, letting them perch on top of her ear. "Happy Turning, Morrigan. Would you do me the great favour of a dance?"