Appointment's Post II

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[Action, January 3rd]
[Voice, March 8th]
[Written, June 11th]

Old appointment's post can be found here.

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[therewerefifty]

[And she relaxes.]

...I'm glad. I don't want to care either.

[endgames]

[To this he pauses; raises an eyebrow as he waits for her to elaborate.]

[therewerefifty]

[After a hesitation when she eralises what he's waiting for, Makie makes a small, furtive gesture, her hand at her waist.]

This isn't...right. I live with a man who is gentle and has never shown me anything other than courtesy, and when I met him a few days ago, my first instinctive reaction was that he was my enemy. I...want to make my own judgments.

[endgames]

[Subconsciously, his fingers clench the potato tighter. What she's saying, somehow, feels like everything he's wanted to here. At the same time, it makes something inside him recoil in distrust, same as the light strings he saw her toying with earlier had that effect on him.]

Can you?

[therewerefifty]

I don't know. [May as well be frankly honest about it.] I've never really had good judgment in the past. I imagine I'm not about to start now. But I can at least refuse to hurt people unless they're actually doing something wrong.

[endgames]

Hm.

[He bites into his potato, turning that thought over. Her ideals... In this instance, they are the same as mine.

He takes another bite, and turns his shoulders away from her.]

I'm leaving.

[therewerefifty]

[She's surprised by that. Her first thought is she's somehow offended him-- and then the relief comes, he's putting distance between them.

In that case, perhaps she understands.]

...go safely.

[endgames]

[She does - nailed his reasoning right off the bat with that, she did. For that reason, he's grateful too that she doesn't ask.

He shifts a pack he brought with him in his hands - one he'd stored potatoes in when he first got here. Taking it from his shoulder, he removes one before settling it back, tossing it at her hands. Before checking to see if she catches or not, he's turned back around and taking to the sky.]

[therewerefifty]

[Makie catches it deftly, but he's gone before she can even thank him.

It's probably just as well. But as she glances down at the potato, Makie can't help but feel a little relieved for other reasons-- that it's possible to end meetings with the dark-winged ones amicably. She doesn't have to give into the voice within.

She gives an unseen bow in the direction he flew off in, and then continues on to shelter for the evening.]