[It's a good night for a walk, and one made less solitary with the presence of a companion at her elbow. She's not one to fear the cover of darkness, just as she's not one to fear just about anything else, but it's an undeniably different experience to move through it with someone by her side instead of venturing through the shadowed streets alone. Without him, she'd be immersed in all the assorted sensations of the night, acutely aware of each of them in turn — the sound of branches rustling and the swarms of the Clefairy as they go by, the cool breath of the breeze against her face and in her hair. With him here, she's still noticing all those things, but they seem mildly dampened in the face of his ambient warmth, his footsteps beating their own rhythm alongside hers, his general presence on the periphery of her vision.
It's a different sort of walk than the one she's used to, but that doesn't make it unpleasant by any means, and her pace is deliberate but unhurried as she guides the way toward the outskirts of town.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Lao Zi, always poignant.
To think it's been almost six months now, since that first day.]
Maybe I've got a journey of my own in mind tonight.
[She lets her fingers lightly brush his, as if in reassurance that it's not another one like her recent race to Mt. Mortar she's referring to.]
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It's a different sort of walk than the one she's used to, but that doesn't make it unpleasant by any means, and her pace is deliberate but unhurried as she guides the way toward the outskirts of town.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Lao Zi, always poignant.
To think it's been almost six months now, since that first day.]
Maybe I've got a journey of my own in mind tonight.
[She lets her fingers lightly brush his, as if in reassurance that it's not another one like her recent race to Mt. Mortar she's referring to.]