Auri came a few steps closer, stopped, waited, then darted forward again. She did this several times until she stood in front of me. Standing still, her hair spread in the air around her like a halo. She held both her hands in front of her, just under her chin. She reached out and tugged my sleeve, then pulled her hand back. "What did you bring me?" she asked excitedly.
I smiled. "What did you bring me?"
She smiled and thrust her hand forward. Something gleamed in the moonlight. "A key," she said proudly, pressing it on me.
I took it. It had a pleasing weight in my hand. "It's very nice," I said. "What does it unlock?"
"The moon," she said, her expression grave.
"That should be useful," I said, looking it over.
"That's what I thought," she said. "That way, if there's a door in the moon, you can open it." She sat cross legged on the roof and grinned up at me. "Not that I would encourage that sort of reckless behavior."
I squatted down and opened my lute case. "I brought you some bread," I handed her the loaf of brown barley bread wrapped in a piece of cloth. "And a bottle of water."
"This is very nice as well," she said graciously. The bottle seemed very large in her hands. "What's in the water?" she asked as she pulled out the cork and peered down into it.
"Flowers," I said. "And the part of the moon that isn't in the sky tonight. I put that in there too."
She looked back up. "I already said the moon," she said with a look of reproach.
"Just flowers then. And the shine off the back of a dragonfly. I wanted a piece of the moon, but blue-dragonfly-shine was as close as I could get."
She tipped the bottle up and took a sip. "It's lovely."
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The Name of the Wind
Date: 2018-03-13 02:42 am (UTC)p. 354
Date: 2018-03-13 02:43 am (UTC)I smiled. "What did you bring me?"
She smiled and thrust her hand forward. Something gleamed in the moonlight. "A key," she said proudly, pressing it on me.
I took it. It had a pleasing weight in my hand. "It's very nice," I said. "What does it unlock?"
"The moon," she said, her expression grave.
"That should be useful," I said, looking it over.
"That's what I thought," she said. "That way, if there's a door in the moon, you can open it." She sat cross legged on the roof and grinned up at me. "Not that I would encourage that sort of reckless behavior."
I squatted down and opened my lute case. "I brought you some bread," I handed her the loaf of brown barley bread wrapped in a piece of cloth. "And a bottle of water."
"This is very nice as well," she said graciously. The bottle seemed very large in her hands. "What's in the water?" she asked as she pulled out the cork and peered down into it.
"Flowers," I said. "And the part of the moon that isn't in the sky tonight. I put that in there too."
She looked back up. "I already said the moon," she said with a look of reproach.
"Just flowers then. And the shine off the back of a dragonfly. I wanted a piece of the moon, but blue-dragonfly-shine was as close as I could get."
She tipped the bottle up and took a sip. "It's lovely."