Kell doesn't have to give his opinion alloud for Sabine to pick it up. It flickers across his face from time to time before being tucked carefully back away in what amounts to the respect and enjoyment this place expects them to have for it being a festival day all the Summoned are allowed out to, today and beyond.
Sabine's consideration is speculative.
(As is the slowly becoming more defined memories of moments around Kell.)
For all that the opening fireworks make the light that comes and goes in those green eyes a little more in the last month or so—but never quite as brightly and fully encompassing of her as when they first met—she understands the idea of what she assumes is behind the looks. Even in their world back home, whether the details matter or not to her and her parents, she understands the detriments that humans set upon themselves through arrogance, greed, and showmanship.
More than half the time they are sent anywhere, there's pomp and circumstance.
The floats slide by outside, and Sabine studies the ostentatiousness of it. There's still beauty there. Someone's hard work and inspirations (the dreams sown and worked hard for across a life, faintest whisps of memory-feelings of hard work, pride, hope swirling their edges).
The same with everything. From the decor of every shop along the route, the caliber of plates, and the panache of the desserts that look more like colorful little statues than the food they are.
"Oh, does that mean I get two desserts, then?" Sabine teases the threat, reaching out a hand toward the edge of his plate closest to her.
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Sabine's consideration is speculative.
(As is the slowly becoming more defined memories of moments around Kell.)
For all that the opening fireworks make the light that comes and goes in those green eyes a little more in the last month or so—but never quite as brightly and fully encompassing of her as when they first met—she understands the idea of what she assumes is behind the looks. Even in their world back home, whether the details matter or not to her and her parents, she understands the detriments that humans set upon themselves through arrogance, greed, and showmanship.
More than half the time they are sent anywhere, there's pomp and circumstance.
The floats slide by outside, and Sabine studies the ostentatiousness of it. There's still beauty there. Someone's hard work and inspirations (the dreams sown and worked hard for across a life, faintest whisps of memory-feelings of hard work, pride, hope swirling their edges).
The same with everything. From the decor of every shop along the route, the caliber of plates, and the panache of the desserts that look more like colorful little statues than the food they are.
"Oh, does that mean I get two desserts, then?" Sabine teases the threat, reaching out a hand toward the edge of his plate closest to her.