[ Himeka is of a like mind--it only makes sense that so many would band together for the cause. It's only natural, isn't it? That people ultimately want to help one another out. Despite evidence she's seen to the contrary throughout her life, ultimately the good-nature seems to win out. Here all with a common goal (and common problem), it felt like a done deal.
It's still gladdening to see. Even until the end of it all, people are looking towards a future together, no matter where that leads them.
Himeka snickers, waggling her brows once at Cid before tossing Thancred an unapologetic smile of her own. She hands him the basket instead, shoving it to his crossed arms with the assumption he's going to take it so she can get to work. ]
Something steamy, then?
[ Easily done. ]
You'll have both--my barrels and my recipes. I'd hate for all of them to go to waste.
[ Making herself a space to cook is easy enough and she's used to setting up even on the forest floor if need be. But she did prepare several things beforehand, so it should mostly be assembly. (Cooking during the end of the world? It's therapeutic.) ]
We did--as complete as it can ever be. [ That recipe book. ] ...I think that would live best here after all. Where the heart of the Summoned are going to be from now on.
[ Yes. Their new home...the home of homes, where all the different histories have come together. That seems the most fitting. She nods as she prepares a pot to heat up the broth she made.
Looking over her shoulder, the smile she throws Thancred this time is much less devious. She nods. ]
We've yet to really explore all that our own star has to offer. But I'll admit that taking a moment might be nice...
[ To just look at familiar stars and breathe that proper sea air. Yeah.
She looks thoughtful for a moment before turning her attention back to Cid. ]
We may not be able to write you, but a very clever friend of ours has been working on ways to travel between worlds. Well, again. If anyone can do it...
[ She looks over to Thancred. It has to be Y'shtola, right? ]
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It's still gladdening to see. Even until the end of it all, people are looking towards a future together, no matter where that leads them.
Himeka snickers, waggling her brows once at Cid before tossing Thancred an unapologetic smile of her own. She hands him the basket instead, shoving it to his crossed arms with the assumption he's going to take it so she can get to work. ]
Something steamy, then?
[ Easily done. ]
You'll have both--my barrels and my recipes. I'd hate for all of them to go to waste.
[ Making herself a space to cook is easy enough and she's used to setting up even on the forest floor if need be. But she did prepare several things beforehand, so it should mostly be assembly. (Cooking during the end of the world? It's therapeutic.) ]
We did--as complete as it can ever be. [ That recipe book. ] ...I think that would live best here after all. Where the heart of the Summoned are going to be from now on.
[ Yes. Their new home...the home of homes, where all the different histories have come together. That seems the most fitting. She nods as she prepares a pot to heat up the broth she made.
Looking over her shoulder, the smile she throws Thancred this time is much less devious. She nods. ]
We've yet to really explore all that our own star has to offer. But I'll admit that taking a moment might be nice...
[ To just look at familiar stars and breathe that proper sea air. Yeah.
She looks thoughtful for a moment before turning her attention back to Cid. ]
We may not be able to write you, but a very clever friend of ours has been working on ways to travel between worlds. Well, again. If anyone can do it...
[ She looks over to Thancred. It has to be Y'shtola, right? ]