This time, when Kitty visits the Temple of the Sacred Roots, it's not for Serranai. After nodding and performing basic honors for Mortanne, Kora, and Serranai, she comes up to Celestine's shrine.
"I made this," she says abruptly, almost bluntly. "For you." She gently places the little charm in her hands on the altar. It's a small cross-section of a tree branch, with an autumn leaf painstakingly and clumsily carved in the middle of it, the grooves filled with a basic ink she'd made from water and the ashes of the Baker Ranch fireplace. It's maple, because the lines are easiest, and there's a small hole drilled near the top, a small leather cord looped through it.
"Figured I oughtta get to know you better," she says, suddenly quiet, aware of how loud her voice sounds in the quiet of the Temple. "Mr. Rambo's Serranai's, and so's Radar, and she's great, but...I think you and I click better. Maybe. I don't know. Maybe I'm being presumptuous. I probably am, heh.
"Anyway," she says, well aware she's rambling. "It was just my bi--my birthday," and wow does that feel weird to say. "And I'm born in autumn, and you like people born in autumn. You like students. I'm always learning, about everything. Heck, I barely know a dang thing about anything, because of--"
She stops. Her throat tightens. It's still too much to say it out loud, even here.
"I want to help. I want to help you, like Mr. Rambo helps Serranai. I want to get to know you better. I know we've got trouble coming, and I want to do everything I can to help, even if it's only just a little."
She exhales, clasps her hands and bows her head, murmurs "thanks", and walks away from the Temple, her heart pounding.
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November 5, the day after returning from the Black Stag
Date: 2024-11-04 02:10 am (UTC)"I made this," she says abruptly, almost bluntly. "For you." She gently places the little charm in her hands on the altar. It's a small cross-section of a tree branch, with an autumn leaf painstakingly and clumsily carved in the middle of it, the grooves filled with a basic ink she'd made from water and the ashes of the Baker Ranch fireplace. It's maple, because the lines are easiest, and there's a small hole drilled near the top, a small leather cord looped through it.
"Figured I oughtta get to know you better," she says, suddenly quiet, aware of how loud her voice sounds in the quiet of the Temple. "Mr. Rambo's Serranai's, and so's Radar, and she's great, but...I think you and I click better. Maybe. I don't know. Maybe I'm being presumptuous. I probably am, heh.
"Anyway," she says, well aware she's rambling. "It was just my bi--my birthday," and wow does that feel weird to say. "And I'm born in autumn, and you like people born in autumn. You like students. I'm always learning, about everything. Heck, I barely know a dang thing about anything, because of--"
She stops. Her throat tightens. It's still too much to say it out loud, even here.
"I want to help. I want to help you, like Mr. Rambo helps Serranai. I want to get to know you better. I know we've got trouble coming, and I want to do everything I can to help, even if it's only just a little."
She exhales, clasps her hands and bows her head, murmurs "thanks", and walks away from the Temple, her heart pounding.