[ dextera hurries all the same, extremely careful with the crown he’s constructed for her. he still hasn’t gotten the artistry of it down, exactly, but it’s certainly crown-shaped and it will probably hold together long enough for her to wear it.
he probably looks like a fool, carrying an unprotected flower crown through the neighborhood in the aftermath of the sirens, but at least they both live in bluo rather than dextera needing to make a trek elsewhere. ]
…
[ once there, he delicately hangs the crown off his wrist, and knocks with his other hand. ]
[ all the while she waits, brewing a pot of rose tea since before his message. it's not quite ready yet so stepping away is quick and easy when she hears the knock. she gives it a small crack open to peek through the opening, then opens it up proper upon seeing him. ]
Good day Dextera. Please, come in. I'm finishing up a pot if tea if you'd like some.
[ oh - yes of course. she takes the crown from him upon the offering, handling with delicate care to not grip too hard, and smiles smally. ]
I thank you kindly. It looks beautiful. [ and then it's immediately set upon her head, tucked in as much as she feels it can go without splitting the knots. ] Make yourself at home.
[ and then she turns to head back in, heading toward the kitchen to check on the pot once more. should be ready in a couple minutes now. ]
[ honestly, she’s the one who makes it look worth anything at all. zelda has a grace about her that makes everything she does seem perfect, and dextera can’t help but feel safe and comfortable in her presence.
he has conveniently blotted out the memory of her launching herself onto a siren. ]
Hm? Oh, no I don't. Percy Jackson, a young man, lives here too. As does Aqua, a young knight. Neither are here right now though, so it's just you and I.
[ it's nice too. she's so used to having only her father, guards and servants as company in her castle. living with others is a great experience. zelda blows out the low flame under the pot when she sees how the steam rises from the liquid, and carefully lifts the small pot so she can pour the liquid into the cups. ]
Tell me how have you been? Do you feel recovered yet?
[ dextera doesn’t know how she feels about her roommates, but he’d be inclined to agree if he did. he loves living with other people—for as wild and loud as his house can be, it’s only like that because everyone is so happy. ]
I’m OK. [ as he watches her prepare the tea. ] I just needed rest. And you?
Much better. ...I think it was worse for me mentally more than physically.
[ even with her legs battered, arms scratched up and her shoulder bit, nothing could compare to the mental exhaustion that transpired. not to mention how she treated certain people because of it.
the pot is set down and the cups are carefully carried on a small tray to the table. ]
It's still quite hot. [ said as a friendly warning upon setting one cup down by him. ] Things seem to be returning to normal. Funny, isn't it? It feels like we go from one disaster to the next sometimes.
[ ...not that she needs to tell him, given what he went through in particular before, but her words are spoken with a light weariness to the idea. ]
[ dextera is still, in many ways, feral, so even though she warns him that it’s hot, he lifts the cup to his mouth and it’s only once the steam burns his tongue, tentatively dipping toward the liquid, that he decides it’s probably better to wait. ]
…haha.
[ he sets the cup down at her comment like he did nothing wrong just now, and nods, weary himself at the reminder. ]
[ dextera... she just makes a tiny 'ah' just before he sets the cup down, thankful he got the hint. ]
You would know I suppose. You were part of the first group that came here. [ she remembers meeting him on her first day here, and he didn't look like he had just gotten out of the well hours before. ] I was told that there was an attack shortly before I arrived with my group. Shadows rising out of the ground, right?
[ dextera remembers the shadows, and how many people got seriously hurt by their attacks. they weren’t the worst, though—it was the furniture, which sounds so silly in retrospect, that truly hurt him.
he nods, all the same. ]
Just teasing, at first… then lashing out. People got hurt.
[ a few months may not be “a long time” to most people, but he’s getting nearly to the point where he’s been in this town longer than he was in the world before. it’s a strange thought. ]
[ it doesn't ease her mind to hear that, but then again it probably isn't meant to. it's just the truth. ]
...Let's not speak on dire things though. I think there's been enough gloom as of late. If you're willing, share with me something good that has happened to you recently.
[ that’s… an unexpected thing to hear, but dextera visibly brightens when zelda changes the subject to something so oddly cheerful. he has to think about things that are appropriate to say in polite company, though. ]
It is surprisingly nice. [ compared to the other quests... and the past bundle of days as a whole, really. ] Have you ever made any before this? I think a lot of people I've come across are first timers.
[ she's done it so much herself as a child, it's like second nature to make them now. ]
There are no flowers in my world. I was happy to see them here.
[ even when he first arrived, and the flowers were dull and colorless, it was nice just to know that they could grow. now, even if it’s incomplete, the flora has regained some beautiful vibrancy. ]
None at all? Oh my. [ what sort of ecosystem would lack such basic plant life? sometimes she wonders about the different realms people came from when things like this emerge. ] Tell me, is a lot of what you see in these surroundings new to you?
[ even something as simple as that. she can't help but wonder what life he must have led, the circumstances surrounding it, that would make even watching the sunset a new experience. but she did say she didn't want to speak on dire subjects, and keeping the moment peaceful is more important to her than idle curiosity.
she picks up her tea to carefully sip, the heat of the liquid a little more palatable now, and smiles. ]
To share some of mine... oh, I had met a unicorn as part of that one quest. I never even heard of such a majestic creature, but it was so noble and tranquil.
[ oh, right, the tea—when zelda drinks, dextera remembers his own cup, and he follows her example on just the slightest delay. it’s nice. ]
…?
[ dextera was only a part of teams that absolutely failed at taming the unicorn, so “tranquil” and “noble” are not words that he would use to describe it. “angry” or “standoffish” or a little more appropriate to his experience. ]
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Would it be all right if I came to your house in person? There’s something I’d like to give you.
[ three guesses as to what it is, honestly ]
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You certainly may. Take your time in arriving, I won't be expected out and about until later in the day.
[ and right after she'll message general directions to her home in bluo. shouldn't be a hard find. ]
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he probably looks like a fool, carrying an unprotected flower crown through the neighborhood in the aftermath of the sirens, but at least they both live in bluo rather than dextera needing to make a trek elsewhere. ]
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[ once there, he delicately hangs the crown off his wrist, and knocks with his other hand. ]
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Good day Dextera. Please, come in. I'm finishing up a pot if tea if you'd like some.
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[ dextera can smell it, but he doesn’t recognize what type of tea it is—or that it’s tea at all, only knowing that much because zelda just told him.
awkwardly, he smiles and nods, then holds up the crown for her to take. ]
…?
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I thank you kindly. It looks beautiful. [ and then it's immediately set upon her head, tucked in as much as she feels it can go without splitting the knots. ] Make yourself at home.
[ and then she turns to head back in, heading toward the kitchen to check on the pot once more. should be ready in a couple minutes now. ]
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he has conveniently blotted out the memory of her launching herself onto a siren. ]
Your house… is nice. Do you live alone?
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[ it's nice too. she's so used to having only her father, guards and servants as company in her castle. living with others is a great experience. zelda blows out the low flame under the pot when she sees how the steam rises from the liquid, and carefully lifts the small pot so she can pour the liquid into the cups. ]
Tell me how have you been? Do you feel recovered yet?
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I’m OK. [ as he watches her prepare the tea. ] I just needed rest. And you?
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[ even with her legs battered, arms scratched up and her shoulder bit, nothing could compare to the mental exhaustion that transpired. not to mention how she treated certain people because of it.
the pot is set down and the cups are carefully carried on a small tray to the table. ]
It's still quite hot. [ said as a friendly warning upon setting one cup down by him. ] Things seem to be returning to normal. Funny, isn't it? It feels like we go from one disaster to the next sometimes.
[ ...not that she needs to tell him, given what he went through in particular before, but her words are spoken with a light weariness to the idea. ]
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…haha.
[ he sets the cup down at her comment like he did nothing wrong just now, and nods, weary himself at the reminder. ]
It’s been like this… since the beginning.
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You would know I suppose. You were part of the first group that came here. [ she remembers meeting him on her first day here, and he didn't look like he had just gotten out of the well hours before. ] I was told that there was an attack shortly before I arrived with my group. Shadows rising out of the ground, right?
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[ dextera remembers the shadows, and how many people got seriously hurt by their attacks. they weren’t the worst, though—it was the furniture, which sounds so silly in retrospect, that truly hurt him.
he nods, all the same. ]
Just teasing, at first… then lashing out. People got hurt.
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[ ah- ]
My apologies. It isn't fair to make you speak on dire things like that if you aren't comfortable.
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It was a long time ago. I’ve seen worse.
[ a few months may not be “a long time” to most people, but he’s getting nearly to the point where he’s been in this town longer than he was in the world before. it’s a strange thought. ]
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[ it doesn't ease her mind to hear that, but then again it probably isn't meant to. it's just the truth. ]
...Let's not speak on dire things though. I think there's been enough gloom as of late. If you're willing, share with me something good that has happened to you recently.
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[ that’s… an unexpected thing to hear, but dextera visibly brightens when zelda changes the subject to something so oddly cheerful. he has to think about things that are appropriate to say in polite company, though. ]
…This flower crown quest… is really nice.
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[ she's done it so much herself as a child, it's like second nature to make them now. ]
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There are no flowers in my world. I was happy to see them here.
[ even when he first arrived, and the flowers were dull and colorless, it was nice just to know that they could grow. now, even if it’s incomplete, the flora has regained some beautiful vibrancy. ]
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I saw a sunset for the first time.
[ it wasn’t recent, but he’s happy to report it. ]
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[ even something as simple as that. she can't help but wonder what life he must have led, the circumstances surrounding it, that would make even watching the sunset a new experience. but she did say she didn't want to speak on dire subjects, and keeping the moment peaceful is more important to her than idle curiosity.
she picks up her tea to carefully sip, the heat of the liquid a little more palatable now, and smiles. ]
To share some of mine... oh, I had met a unicorn as part of that one quest. I never even heard of such a majestic creature, but it was so noble and tranquil.
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…?
[ dextera was only a part of teams that absolutely failed at taming the unicorn, so “tranquil” and “noble” are not words that he would use to describe it. “angry” or “standoffish” or a little more appropriate to his experience. ]
You succeeded?
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[ beasts can be quite territorial, and those rooted in spirit and myth even more so. really it was one of the easier quests she's encountered so far.
...ah, but-- ]
Ryo did tell me they tend to favor women, especially maidens. Maybe that's why it came with ease?
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It thought you were pretty.
[ such an earnestly given compliment! dextera means it, though, because she is lovely. ]
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