tristranthorn | [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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The star remains perched on the end of the mattress, hands folded in her lap - as she has no plans of cleaning - and smile pleasant enough to be worrying. (Which is, perhaps, an odd way to describe a smile ... but this is Yvaine.)

"I'm sure he must be eager to move around at all," she replies, ignoring the first half of his statement entirely. "As are many of us."

Being trapped in a room for a month will do that to a person.

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