[The creature's true self. Well, he can see why the Load cannot wander about on land looking like this, or else he'd start a panic. A "calamity" is a good word for it.
Just like Henry probably wouldn't do well to walk around in his real body, sauntering about town, though in his case, he doesn't have much of a choice.]
Yes. [He says, nodding, his voice and gestures feeling small in the face of this creature, but knowing he's heard and understood all the same.] We'll stay.
[He holds up where their hands are linked, though. Gently, a bit teasingly in that needling way of his-]
[It strikes the witch that the events leading up to this time with the Blue Moon Belly has been... Odd.
Even in her head that's an understatement.
Is it the passage of time? The longer Henry Creel stays with her, the more she opens up the world to him. The more a person stays within her periphery, the harder it is to be indifferent by design.
But tonight has been so pleasant and warm with the company they have and the jubilation radiating from the creature of the lake. Amelia looks away from the psychic to watch the Blue Moon Belly swim around them in loops.
It's fine. She needed to enjoy herself, wanted it even.
Times like these may only happen once in a blue moon after all. ]
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Just like Henry probably wouldn't do well to walk around in his real body, sauntering about town, though in his case, he doesn't have much of a choice.]
Yes. [He says, nodding, his voice and gestures feeling small in the face of this creature, but knowing he's heard and understood all the same.] We'll stay.
[He holds up where their hands are linked, though. Gently, a bit teasingly in that needling way of his-]
Are we going to hold hands this entire time?
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[Amelia will just let go of Henry's hand trying to not look self-conscious about... All this. ]
I'll keep the bubble steady while we tour the rest of the lake.
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Henry's hand remains held up, now holding onto nothing.]
Amelia. I'm joking. You're easy to tease, aren't you?
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There is an awkward pause on her end as she glances at him with uncertainty and some mild indignity.]
I've been... Told as much, yes.
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You're leaving him hanging, girl. But eventually Henry eases his hand back down.]
All in good fun only.
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Even in her head that's an understatement.
Is it the passage of time? The longer Henry Creel stays with her, the more she opens up the world to him. The more a person stays within her periphery, the harder it is to be indifferent by design.
But tonight has been so pleasant and warm with the company they have and the jubilation radiating from the creature of the lake. Amelia looks away from the psychic to watch the Blue Moon Belly swim around them in loops.
It's fine. She needed to enjoy herself, wanted it even.
Times like these may only happen once in a blue moon after all. ]