WC: 511. I was BLARGHARGHARGHA this way. Feel free to pp the day moving on if you want, it don't matter to meeeee.
The day was so beautiful, so perfect, that when Giselle stood there in the sunlight she lifted her head up, closed her eyes, and opened her arms up to the world. How she loved the day, and more important the world she was given the opportunity to see. It felt almost wicked to say that, for it also meant she did not miss her papa, but the young woman did each and every day. Still, Giselle was thankful to see nature at its grandest, and today it would be shared with a dear friend.
It seemed that the spot captivated the boy too, for he muttered something the ivory girl could not hear, and she opened her eyes once more and glanced his way. "It's just wonderful, isn't it?" Giselle commented, powder-blue's sparkling with joy. "Oh, if only Tux were here. He'd love this, too." Her smile was a sad one, now, as she muttered under her breath. She missed the stoat already, but she knew it was best if he got his rest like Cambria had advised.
She shook her head, not wanting any sad thoughts to come to her this day. Her stomach grumbled, and yet it felt like it had tightened with several knots since she awoke that morning. Before Giselle knew it, the boy had sat down by the picnic basket and inquired of the contents within. With each step towards him she bounced, dress twirling around her figure. The dark haired girl took a seat on the other side of the basket, legs out in front of her as her upper half sat up straight.
Her snow white face brightened, listening to the sounds of nature around them. "I hope you like it~" She said with a glimmer of wonder, removing the blanket that covered the food and setting it down between them. The last thing she wanted was for the food to get caked with grass and dirt. One by one she took the contents out, beginning with a bowl of dark blueberries, wild blackberries picked from the hills, and small tart apples as a light snack. Then Giselle carefully lifted out the large cooked hare, stuffed with grains and subtle seasonings for taste. Half a tender ptarmigan, the other half prepared as the injured stoat's food that day, was brought out next. It was surrounded by wild asparagus and legumes to make up for the small side dish. Finally, small, sticky sweet cakes were brought out next, somewhat flattened without the use of yeast as well as by the other contents of the basket, ground with a mixture of acorns, wild cranberries, and sweetened with maple syrup.
When all was set out, clouds of the succulent meal wafted into their noses and into the open summer air. Giselle looked up, hoping it was enough, but what she also hadn't realized was to ask Silvano if he even cared for cooked food, as she did. "Will this do?" She breathed, almost not wanting to hear the answer as her heart beat anxiously in her chest.
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