TBC by Ti'niva
They had come to this clearing because the suns were bright in the sky. It was a beautiful sunny trial and Faith glanced at Ti'niva with a grin as they emptied out the contents of the wicker picnic basket. "I think I cooked too much. But I thought that Padraig would be here, too, and maybe Nir'wei or even Aeon. But they aren't. Yet. They might still come, I suppose." The picnic was laid out on a blanket and even she had to admit that it looked tasty. "I'd like you to meet Padraig, you'd like him a lot, I think." There was no doubting her feelings for him, she couldn't speak his name without smiling and the happiness she felt shone from her. But it was more than that and Faith knew it. She was happy, yes, but she was content, she was at home and she was truly free.
"Sometimes", she considered, fussing over small details in the layout of the food, "I think that I am like a jigsaw piece. I think I just got put into place and the picture is whole. Or maybe I am a dreadful romantic. That could be true, also, and I certainly wouldn't deny. Ironically, though, I am dreadful at romance."
Faith was kneeling on the ground, her dress kept clean by the blanket. Today she was wearing a bright blue dress, tied with a yellow satin belt. She smiled up at Ti'niva and gestured. "I hope you're hungry, you know. I've never really been able to build up much of an appetite ~ too many arcs of not eating much, I suppose. Besides, I'd grow all fat, that would never do." The young woman was five foot four and, although she had been significantly underweight at one point, she was still very slender and small of frame. She probably always would be.
"So, it's a beautiful trial, the birds are singing and there is good food. How are you this trial?" He looked calm, she thought, and happy. That might well be just because he so often, usually in fact, was, but Faith saw something shining out of his eyes and wondered if it was more. He would tell her, if so.
"Sometimes", she considered, fussing over small details in the layout of the food, "I think that I am like a jigsaw piece. I think I just got put into place and the picture is whole. Or maybe I am a dreadful romantic. That could be true, also, and I certainly wouldn't deny. Ironically, though, I am dreadful at romance."
Faith was kneeling on the ground, her dress kept clean by the blanket. Today she was wearing a bright blue dress, tied with a yellow satin belt. She smiled up at Ti'niva and gestured. "I hope you're hungry, you know. I've never really been able to build up much of an appetite ~ too many arcs of not eating much, I suppose. Besides, I'd grow all fat, that would never do." The young woman was five foot four and, although she had been significantly underweight at one point, she was still very slender and small of frame. She probably always would be.
"So, it's a beautiful trial, the birds are singing and there is good food. How are you this trial?" He looked calm, she thought, and happy. That might well be just because he so often, usually in fact, was, but Faith saw something shining out of his eyes and wondered if it was more. He would tell her, if so.