I played a friend's Zelda the other day and was like, "JUST LEMME CATCH THE POES! Poe was not the most articulate of speakers, but to kick her off into a ramble meant that she could and likely would talk for excessive amounts of time. This Aristotle-boy did not seem bothered--though perhaps a little baffled--as she tried to summarize the history of his name. In fact, when her voice faded off and absorbed into the cool fog that curled past their feet and hands, he merely laughed. Softly at first, and then with a fullness that only grew out of layers of humour. She was not put off by his laughter, and his apology was replied with a short sputter of her own and a dismissive shake of her head. "No one else's shoes really fit another's feet, do they?" she asked with a light air of consideration, or perhaps condolence. "That isn't to say you won't find a spiffy pair all your own, though." A quirked smile, and tilted head, she seemed content to stare at the young male for a beat before bursting back into the realm of questions and answers, curiosities and nosiness. "What would you have named yourself after?" |
" Sorry for this very blahshort post, though. :|