[She'd thought her heart had been warmed to its limits, but Clive's wish proves otherwise as a new wave of warmth works its way through her. There's no surprise behind that feeling, though; no drive to push him to wish on his own behalf. Her heart, after all, beats to a similar rhythm. His happiness is hers.
Quickly, before his mote can travel off too far ahead, she gives him a playful kind of smile, then follows suit.]
Then, I wish for you to spend less time in armour, and more time getting to live on your own terms.
[Because that armour can't be comfortable, for one, but also because even without her memories, the princess knows that his shoulders were built for hoisting the world upon them, and his heart was made to oblige, and he, too, needs the space to spread his wings.
With opened palms, she blows the mote towards where his moves through the air. The two of them swirl around each other for a bit before uniting into one globe of light that rises higher and higher and higher until it's taken its rightful place sentinel to the moon.
What follows happens in the course of a few brief moments.
The sky becomes a dreary thing, grey and cloudy, with just a few scant rays of moonlight making their way through. There's a crack in the distance, a roar, followed by the appearance of a massive blue crystal. It doesn't linger there long before exploding into a cloud of dust that coats the night sky, rendering everything black.
Everything, that is, except for a tiny jar bobbing in the sea, lit up as if holding a dozen fireflies.
The princess rises to her feet, trance-like, serene, then makes her way into the water. With one hand, she bunches up her skirts so they don't get wet; with the other, she reaches down to take the jar. She opens it once she's back on shore, and as soon as she does the light in the jar shoots to the moon, and the dust dissipates, and the clouds retreat to let the sky hang clear above them once again.
She remains still, however, moving only to look up at the moon, watching as the red motes fade in an all-too-familiar way.]
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Quickly, before his mote can travel off too far ahead, she gives him a playful kind of smile, then follows suit.]
Then, I wish for you to spend less time in armour, and more time getting to live on your own terms.
[Because that armour can't be comfortable, for one, but also because even without her memories, the princess knows that his shoulders were built for hoisting the world upon them, and his heart was made to oblige, and he, too, needs the space to spread his wings.
With opened palms, she blows the mote towards where his moves through the air. The two of them swirl around each other for a bit before uniting into one globe of light that rises higher and higher and higher until it's taken its rightful place sentinel to the moon.
What follows happens in the course of a few brief moments.
The sky becomes a dreary thing, grey and cloudy, with just a few scant rays of moonlight making their way through. There's a crack in the distance, a roar, followed by the appearance of a massive blue crystal. It doesn't linger there long before exploding into a cloud of dust that coats the night sky, rendering everything black.
Everything, that is, except for a tiny jar bobbing in the sea, lit up as if holding a dozen fireflies.
The princess rises to her feet, trance-like, serene, then makes her way into the water. With one hand, she bunches up her skirts so they don't get wet; with the other, she reaches down to take the jar. She opens it once she's back on shore, and as soon as she does the light in the jar shoots to the moon, and the dust dissipates, and the clouds retreat to let the sky hang clear above them once again.
She remains still, however, moving only to look up at the moon, watching as the red motes fade in an all-too-familiar way.]