[ She's poised during the delay, still seated but with her feet pressed into the floor, ready to stand, as she watches the open page of her journal. Maybe she'll have to stand either way, whether he comes to her or she goes to him, but somehow it feels as if she'll miss something, somehow, if she moves too soon. It's a silly notion on its face, yet she's relieved nevertheless to have an answer, when it comes. ]
Okay. I'll be waiting.
[ And, in fact, she will be. The treehouse she's directed Link to is a quiet one, modest in size but tastefully designed, with a wide window that overlooks the walkway below. Most notably, there's a special bridge connecting its side door to the much larger, more haphazard treehouse nearby. For every degree of boisterousness the appearance of that more sizable homestead might possess, Naminé's smaller house has an equal measure of cozy serenity.
But that doesn't mean she's one to stay idle. Almost as soon as Link knocks, there are delicate footsteps from the other side of the door, and presently Naminé draws it partway open to meet him with an expression held carefully in check. She's been anticipating what she might find out about his state, has already trying to steel herself, just in case - yet there's really no hiding the immediate, searching look in her eyes as they seek him out past the edge of the door. Whatever she finds... well, she'll just have to try to keep her reaction to herself, right? ]
... Hello. [ Ah. Perhaps she should have thought more on what she'd say. What comes to mind first is a slightly awkward, yet no less sincere, ] It's-- good to see you again.
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Date: 2023-02-16 02:46 am (UTC)Okay. I'll be waiting.
[ And, in fact, she will be. The treehouse she's directed Link to is a quiet one, modest in size but tastefully designed, with a wide window that overlooks the walkway below. Most notably, there's a special bridge connecting its side door to the much larger, more haphazard treehouse nearby. For every degree of boisterousness the appearance of that more sizable homestead might possess, Naminé's smaller house has an equal measure of cozy serenity.
But that doesn't mean she's one to stay idle. Almost as soon as Link knocks, there are delicate footsteps from the other side of the door, and presently Naminé draws it partway open to meet him with an expression held carefully in check. She's been anticipating what she might find out about his state, has already trying to steel herself, just in case - yet there's really no hiding the immediate, searching look in her eyes as they seek him out past the edge of the door. Whatever she finds... well, she'll just have to try to keep her reaction to herself, right? ]
... Hello. [ Ah. Perhaps she should have thought more on what she'd say. What comes to mind first is a slightly awkward, yet no less sincere, ] It's-- good to see you again.