07-30-2018, 09:28 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]So she had indeed carried it all out by herself. Paper definitely could not deny that Gold was tough stuff, maybe tougher than anyone else in the entire crew. His younger self would have scoffed at the mere suggestion of a youngling being the most resilient of them all, but living among pirates that got into trouble on a daily basis, all of which handled it in different ways, did wonders for one’s perspective.
He nodded in response, knowing better than to try and lecture her about the value of rest at this juncture. As the eagle set down a basket in front of him, though, he stared down at it. What would it contain? Would it just be a slip of paper saying “just kidding?” Gold almost certainly wasn’t the type of person to do that, but it had happened before, in the desert.
Cautiously, he reached a paw out and lifted the fabric off of the basket, then peered inside.
Within the basket was a heart locket, forged in gold- he carefully opened it to find a small note saying simply “thank you”. Next to it, an origami figure that he could clearly tell was a jackal- since when could Gold do origami? Next to that, a drawing of him, complete with his stripes and mismatched eyes- since when could Gold draw?
Beneath that, another note, that he lifted up with one paw and read. She thought he was level-headed- she admired something about him. She thought he was genuinely helpful to the Typhoon. Even the inherent cheesiness of crafting an origami figure based off of his name was overshadowed by the sincere appreciation that it communicated. (Were there allergens in the air? It would provide a convenient excuse for his throat swelling up and his eyes watering.)
Swallowing, he took the locket and cautiously strung it around his neck, tugging lightly at it to ensure it was firmly on. Maybe an opponent could use it to strangle him if they got a hold of it, but he couldn’t care less- come hell or high water, the necklace was staying on. He then carefully removed the origami jackal from the basket and examined it more closely, taking in the crisp folds and details. It was brilliant handiwork, to be sure. Gold had put her best efforts into the figure, and it showed.
He had been given a chili plant before, sort of, but that hadn’t been quite the same. The giver hadn’t been thinking specifically of anyone in that instance. Gold, barely a betta in terms of age, had taken time out of her schedule to think of him in particular, to create something personal for him. Even if she had done it for everyone, that he was included and given just as much consideration as the others was still striking to him.
”I... don’t know what to say,“ he uttered finally, his voice wavering slightly despite his best efforts as he stared down at his origami self. ”This is...” Surprising? Thoughtful? None of the adjectives he could think of really encompassed how he felt.
Ah, who needed adjectives? Looking up at her, he offered her a genuine smile. There had to be some way to repay her, but for now, this was what he could do. ”Thank you, Gold.”
He nodded in response, knowing better than to try and lecture her about the value of rest at this juncture. As the eagle set down a basket in front of him, though, he stared down at it. What would it contain? Would it just be a slip of paper saying “just kidding?” Gold almost certainly wasn’t the type of person to do that, but it had happened before, in the desert.
Cautiously, he reached a paw out and lifted the fabric off of the basket, then peered inside.
Within the basket was a heart locket, forged in gold- he carefully opened it to find a small note saying simply “thank you”. Next to it, an origami figure that he could clearly tell was a jackal- since when could Gold do origami? Next to that, a drawing of him, complete with his stripes and mismatched eyes- since when could Gold draw?
Beneath that, another note, that he lifted up with one paw and read. She thought he was level-headed- she admired something about him. She thought he was genuinely helpful to the Typhoon. Even the inherent cheesiness of crafting an origami figure based off of his name was overshadowed by the sincere appreciation that it communicated. (Were there allergens in the air? It would provide a convenient excuse for his throat swelling up and his eyes watering.)
Swallowing, he took the locket and cautiously strung it around his neck, tugging lightly at it to ensure it was firmly on. Maybe an opponent could use it to strangle him if they got a hold of it, but he couldn’t care less- come hell or high water, the necklace was staying on. He then carefully removed the origami jackal from the basket and examined it more closely, taking in the crisp folds and details. It was brilliant handiwork, to be sure. Gold had put her best efforts into the figure, and it showed.
He had been given a chili plant before, sort of, but that hadn’t been quite the same. The giver hadn’t been thinking specifically of anyone in that instance. Gold, barely a betta in terms of age, had taken time out of her schedule to think of him in particular, to create something personal for him. Even if she had done it for everyone, that he was included and given just as much consideration as the others was still striking to him.
”I... don’t know what to say,“ he uttered finally, his voice wavering slightly despite his best efforts as he stared down at his origami self. ”This is...” Surprising? Thoughtful? None of the adjectives he could think of really encompassed how he felt.
Ah, who needed adjectives? Looking up at her, he offered her a genuine smile. There had to be some way to repay her, but for now, this was what he could do. ”Thank you, Gold.”
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo