[open] there's an art to life's distractions

[Laurelin]

Laurelin’s feeling rather smug at the moment - first about how she can actually see him (thank the gods, he’d be heartbroken if she couldn’t) and because he makes her laugh. Or, he’s pretty sure he’s the one that made her laugh. And then she apologies to him and everything feels right. This is how interactions are supposed to go. He’s delighted by so many things - and not least of all the fact that the colour of their glows does not clash with one another. She’s soft greens and he’s blue and he fancies that where they meet in the darkness there’s the most wonderful shade of turquoise. His smile is lopsided when he replies, his tone easy and smooth. “Oh that’s alright. The important thing is that you can see me now.” There’s an easy way that he says this - it’s arrogant, of course, but he could be commenting on the colour of the grass. It is just a fact for him, undisputed, and though he enjoys pointing it out there’s nothing overly haughty about the way he does it. “I’m Laurelin.” He offers, pleased to finally get the chance to say it. His mom did a good job naming him, he must remember to tell her that the next time they meet.

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@[chasmata]