tristranthorn | [005] Before the summer, there is the spring

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[005] Before the summer, there is the spring

"Well, I really think we ought to be moving along once more," Tristran says as he begins to pick up the mess of things left in their room -- socks, dirty plates, cups, and other things of the sort. "We've been staying here for far too long."

He's been dreaming of home lately. As soon as he regained the ability to breathe properly and move about as energetically as he used to, he's been feeling restless for the journey ahead of him.
At first he didn't think much of these dreams, but soon he was dreaming of Victoria again, and of the day he returned to her -- with the star.

A sock hangs off the end of their bed, and he scoops it up, turning to Yvaine with a slightly serious expression on his face. "And we haven't had the chance to check on the unicorn either," he adds. Perhaps if he appeals to Yvaine's fondness for the unicorn, she will be more likely to cooperate with him. "I'm sure he must be eager to move around in Faerie once more."

Now, he manages a slight smile of a sort as though to say, 'Hmm?'

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"I know a great many things," she replies. "It comes from paying attention."

Her nose wrinkles and she just continues to grin, silently and privately amused.

"Come on then," one hand waves toward the lake, causing the chain to swing. "Impress me."

He raises an inquisitive eyebrow at the star, but doesn't say anything.

Straightening his wrist upon instruction, Tristran attempts to flick the pebble across the water.

Oh, he really wants to impress her, but...well, he really isn't any good at that. Sure, the pebble skips a little farther this time, but it still only skips once before plunking into the water again.

Yvaine takes a moment to look distinctly unimpressed before she bites down on one half of a snicker, fingers pressing over her lips.

"Not exactly," she snorts, eyes bright and amused.

"It is, perhaps, very fortunate that you endeavored on a quest with stones that turned out to be girls, and not the other way around."

"I suppose it's official, then. I can't say I'm any good at skipping pebbles," he says with a shrug and an awkward laugh.

He puts his hands in his pockets and watches the water for a moment.

"I do not think it is a cause for great concern," comes the reply, followed by a mild shrug. "I cannot say that I have ever had the opportunity to try it myself. I could very well be just as horrible when in actual practice."

There see, look at that - momentary lack of superiority complex.

Aww. Well, that's something to write home about. Only, neither of them has paper or a pen. Or a messenger.

"Perhaps you'd like to try it?" he suggests, giving her a sideways glance. "We might not find much in the way of lakes for a while once we...leave here."

The star darkens slightly, then squares her shoulders with a resigned sort of sigh forcing a not quite so dismal expression back onto her face.

"Perhaps I will save it then," she answers. "In anticipation of future lakes."

A mild sniff, "I'm sure there will be sometime when you need to laugh at me."

He gives her a reassuring look. "I'm sure you would be far better than I could ever be," he encourages. "And thus, I won't have any reason to laugh."

But he isn't going to force her, either way.

Having things to do later ensures somehow that there will be a later - she's rather fond of the concept of actually having time to do things.

"Later please?" she replies, swallowing the unpleasant shakiness and replacing it with a crooked smirk. "I will even promise not to hit you with things if you do laugh."

He nods, expression becoming a little more serious.

"Of course," he replies. He turns back to stare at the lake for a moment before clearing his throat. Something about that 'please' lingers in his mind. It sounds almost...well, concerned.

He's sure there is a reason; he just isn't sure of what that reason is.

"...Would you like to take that walk to the stables now?"

"Very well."

A soft sigh, quiet and almost relieved. She likes that he doesn't ask questions - though she doubts that he would even know which ones to ask.

"I do not imagine that he will be pleased at being left alone for so long," she murmurs, voice steady again and she slants her gaze, bumping his hip as she turns. "I will not hesitate to blame everything on you."

She smiles, "Just so you know."

Even if he knew the questions to ask, it is unclear whether he will have the courage to ask them. He can be quite the dunderhead sometimes, as Yvaine will know.

Regardless, Tristran is content enough not to try to figure out what those questions are -- Yvaine's smile can be quite distracting. Of course, that is only because it is a rare thing in itself to see. Not for any other reason.

"I wouldn't doubt it," he says easily, then begins to move at her pace.

An idiot, perhaps, but a charming idiot - and that's most of the problem once more.

But she's pleased enough for just right now - no reasoning or figuring, as she is rather content not to think too terribly hard herself. Later, she supposes, can be left for if or when there is a later.

"So you do catch on eventually," she quips. "It is comforting to know."

He gives the star an amused smile but doesn't say anything else about that.

"I'm sure the unicorn is fine and well taken care of, but he will no doubt be glad to see us."

Or, rather...her.

The unicorn likes Tristran well enough - but he's a moon-child, just like her, and so it's something like family.

Family that doesn't make fun of her. Well, at least not in a manner that other people can hear - a fact which she remains endlessly grateful about.

"Probably terribly bored," she returns. "We are not expressly fond of boxes - no matter how fancy."

"Well, the sooner we can leave, the sooner we can bring him back into the open space he likes so much," Tristran says cheerfully.

Which means, they can go forward on his quest.

Yvaine glares mildly, one that suggests rather clearly that Tristran should leave her to bask in her right now before he makes her regret her earlier promise not to shove him into anything.

Sometimes it is almost unfortunate that she is a woman of her word.

"I think that opening the stable door would not go amiss for the moment."

"Of course," Tristran agrees, and when they reach the stables, he can already hear the sounds of light stamping, fidgeting and movement from within, as though the horses and the unicorn alike are anticipating their arrival.

He grabs one of the door's great handles and pulls it forward, revealing a semi-bright interior. The smell of hay and horse greet him and reminds him of the stables back home.

She steps carefully inward, following him as her eyes take a moment to adjust. It's not too long before there's a soft, white nose close to hers with very little hesitation and she crosses her eyes and huffs out a surprised laugh.

"Well," she breathes, brightening instantly. "Hello there."

Tristran lets star and unicorn bond once more while he stands a couple of steps back, leaning against the door of one of the horse's stalls, returning his hands into his pockets.

"Of course we did not forget that you were here. Do not be ridiculous," her arms cross over her chest and she purses her lips, eyebrow arcing.

The unicorn huffs, pushing at her shoulder until she unlatches the gate with a mutter that sounds awfully like 'impatient bugger' and a roll of blue eyes.

"Tristran caught death, it would have been rude to drag him out into the snow."

Tristran blinks, looking towards Yvaine and the unicorn once more. Then he straightens.

"It's quite nice out," he says to the unicorn. "I'm sure you'll enjoy being able to stretch your legs as well."

The unicorn starts forward with an unnecessarily grand toss of his mane, sending Yvaine pinwheeling for a moment and squawking out another indignant laugh - 'impatient,' it might be noted, is quickly replaced by 'rude.'

Tristran, as not to be left out, gets flicked rather solidly by the unicorn's tail as he passes.

"Such love," Yvaine mutters, snatching Tristran's arm once more and slowly following after.

Tristran lets out a huffed sort of breath, waving his hand before his face in an almost flailing manner; but he barely has the chance to recover from that before he is lurched from his spot by Yvaine to follow the unicorn out of the stables.

Yvaine doesn't miss a beat, continuing awkwardly forward and snickering something that could almost be mistaken for one of those not-so-polite phrases. (But at any rate, it's sweetly said - polite or not.)

The trees are a neat canopy, the weather is pleasant, and the path is considerably more agreeable than most of the ones in Faerie.

The right now isn't looking so terrible at all.

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