in which mun pushes over a sad little boy

[littleflowerboy]

But there is no where for it to go...

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[littleflowerboy]

( Blindly he reaches for small fingertips to ghost across her own and seems relieved that they are no longer far apart. )

But it still worries. Are you alright?

[lunarguide]

This one is alright. [ She gently follows his lead and ends up entwining their fingers together loosely. ]

This one... is very happy to meet you.

[littleflowerboy]

( The sentiment is wordlessly returned, his worries fading as her touch radiates warmth and sweet nostalgia. A faint squeeze of her petite hand and he moves, beginning a leisurely walk to where the voices of trees and flora sang loudest. He speaks, finally, the swelling of emotion in his chest needing release. )

For the first time, in a long time... this one is happy too.

[lunarguide]

[ She happily follows his lead and even swings their hands together lightly. ]

Do you have a name?

[littleflowerboy]

( With a thoughtful smile he recalls a voice from the past, mimicking a word they’d often said in his presence. He rather liked it. ) Noa.

[lunarguide]

Noa... This one is called Cheza.

[ She loved being with the wolves, but something about being here with someone of her own kind felt wonderful too. She held his hand tighter and made a content sound. ]

[littleflowerboy]

Cheza. [ He finds this name appealing too, smiling toward the maiden as she gave a contented sigh. Occasionally he swings their hands as well, reassuring himself she is still there. ] The wolves... Have you found them?

[lunarguide]

This one has been traveling with them. You could come with.

[littleflowerboy]

( He is surprised by the suggestion, elated and also saddened by it. Something tells him he would not truly belong. ) This one is like you, and it is not. Because it is not perfect. This one... cannot go.

[lunarguide]

But this one feels like this one... Why can Noa not come?

[littleflowerboy]

( The noble... Their words rang clearly through his memory even to this day. Though this was difficult for Noa, he also felt a sense of calm and comfort within Cheza’s presence that soothed away his worries. ) You seek Paradise, do you not? This one was told it cannot go, because it is not perfect...

[lunarguide]

Not perfect? What is perfect?

[littleflowerboy]

...The flower maiden, who opens the door to Paradise. This one can sense that is you, Cheza. ( Her hand is held tighter, but gently still. )

[lunarguide]

... Does that mean you cannot join our pack?

[littleflowerboy]

( He is uncertain of what to say, torn between what is best and what he’s been searching for all this time. ) This one... does not want to burden anyone.

[lunarguide]

This one... does not feel you are a burden. This one feels that... you are family.

[littleflowerboy]

And you too. ( Gradually, almost reluctantly, he finds himself giving in. ) If it is alright with everyone, this one wants to stay... It would be sad, saying goodbye so soon.

[lunarguide]

[ She smiles and gives his hand another squeeze. ] You are a part of the pack now.

[littleflowerboy]

( His excitement is transparent, hearing those words. His other hand reaches for Cheza’s and in one fluid motion the flowers are spun round, like children during playtime. There is gentle laughter but it is brief, curiosity soon taking over. ) What are they like?

[lunarguide]

They are very kind. Strong... warm.