She nodded a little. "One of my oldest friends," she said. "He seems to know me better, sometimes, than I know myself. Always knows just what to say, to help when I've been upset. We could always tell each other anything. And he would always be there to help me, and I, him. He's one of those people one could spend the day with, not say a single word, and still feel like you've had a wonderful conversation.
"Some time ago, I was..." How to put it? Well, she didn't want to lie.... "I was hurt. And it was such that I couldn't do something I had intended to do. I couldn't give someone a present I'd planned. And he came to visit... he wasn't even able to come speak with me first, and I know he was very upset about what'd happened... but he remembered so well what I'd wanted to give them, and he gave it for me." She smiled faintly. "I think things quite possibly turned out even better for those people, than if I'd been the one to give it myself.
"I had to be away for a long while after that... but he was one of the first people I met with again after. He helped me fix my home... rebuild my castle. He helped me clear the ash and debris, and get my garden started. A long time ago, I'd given him a few bits of the roses from my garden... and he'd cared for them, and brought them back to me for my new garden."
She reached up to her hair -- surely this one was of her magic's making, given that she'd planted the real ones some time ago -- and she pulled down a little blossom, a darker, intense sort of deep purple, matching the hems of her gown, and offered it over to the child, intending to simply gift it away. "I really don't know where I'd be now, if it weren't for him. I owe him so much...."
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Date: 2023-07-23 11:16 pm (UTC)"Some time ago, I was..." How to put it? Well, she didn't want to lie.... "I was hurt. And it was such that I couldn't do something I had intended to do. I couldn't give someone a present I'd planned. And he came to visit... he wasn't even able to come speak with me first, and I know he was very upset about what'd happened... but he remembered so well what I'd wanted to give them, and he gave it for me." She smiled faintly. "I think things quite possibly turned out even better for those people, than if I'd been the one to give it myself.
"I had to be away for a long while after that... but he was one of the first people I met with again after. He helped me fix my home... rebuild my castle. He helped me clear the ash and debris, and get my garden started. A long time ago, I'd given him a few bits of the roses from my garden... and he'd cared for them, and brought them back to me for my new garden."
She reached up to her hair -- surely this one was of her magic's making, given that she'd planted the real ones some time ago -- and she pulled down a little blossom, a darker, intense sort of deep purple, matching the hems of her gown, and offered it over to the child, intending to simply gift it away. "I really don't know where I'd be now, if it weren't for him. I owe him so much...."