Baby, you’re perfect

[buckynats]

find the word.

+ top level with your person. prefs/canon info/etc.
+ other people will reply with the first word that comes to their character's mind to describe yours. it could be about their appearance (consider this an 'are they beautiful?' meme if you wanna), their personality, or the mystique that may or may not surround (they're...interesting). break out the thesaurus.
+ your person reacts.
+ thread.

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[kijoni]

[ A simple nod. She purses her lips before continuing on carefully. ]

Yes. And honey can be all sorts of colors. All due to various things, one of which being what kind of flowers the bees collect from. [ Shika pauses a beat before speaking again; Maintaining a matter of fact sort of tone. ] To be specific, your hair reminds me of honey made from Acacia. They look like...little bundles of sunlight.

[dawnfacing]

( it feels like a lesson out in something that she doesn't quite know what is, but it fascinates her all the same. especially at that little description near the end. her face lights up, and she sends the other girl a beaming smile. )

I always thought that was what my hair looked like. ( modesty, sylvie... ) You described it perfectly!

[kijoni]

[People aren't usually so receptive to her prattling on about such things. It's unbecoming of a woman, as her stepmother has repeatedly informed her. Yet she can't shake the undeniable tinge of joy that grabs at her chest. Shika clears her throat and folds her arms close to her chest.]

It's simply what first came to mind.

[dawnfacing]

Do you think about honey often?

( it's asked completely without ridicule or sarcasm. genuine wonder. )

[kijoni]

[ Tension begins to melt off her shoulders. Shika nods again. ]

Sometimes. I spend a lot of my time studying plants when I travel. One of my sisters makes honey as a hobby. Insists that there’s nothing else like it, and she’s right about it.

[ A pause. ]

Have you ever had it homemade before?

[dawnfacing]

No. ( a pause, then she corrects herself, apologetically. ) Maybe, yes. When I was very little. My father liked to get produce from the countryside. But if I did, I don't remember it.

( excuse her, it's been fifteen years at least. )

[kijoni]

[ After listening attentively, Shika digs through her satchel. She grasps ahold of what appears to be a bundle of fabric. Deft fingers pull the fabric apart to reveal persimmons. ]

I brought these with me from my hometown. [ Carefully, Shika offers one to her. ] We grow lots of these there. Have one if you'd like. I know they look like tomatoes, but I promise, they don't taste anything like them.

[ Besides, there's way Shika could eat so many in a week. There's no harm in sharing, she figures, this one seems kind. ]

[dawnfacing]

( her eyes light up at the sight of the fruits. she's never seen anything like them before, orange-y tomatoes, like the girl says, but tasting nothing like them. clapping her hands excitedly, she takes the one handed to her and just holds it gently between her palms for a moment, feeling the pliancy of its texture. so interesting. )

It's beautiful! ( she sighs happily. ) Look at that colour! Like a sunset...

( meeting the girl's gaze, she cocks her head. )

How sweet of you.

[kijoni]

[At the compliment, a peachy glow dusts her cheeks. It's not exactly a common occurrence for Shika to be called such things. She tucks a strand of hair back behind her ears, her gaze averting momentarily for composure's sake.]

It's nothing, really. I'm spoiled rotten with so many of these. It'd be selfish not to share.

[ Shika digs her hands into the band of fabric wrapped around her waist and pulls out a small carving knife. With measured cuts, she slices one of the persimmons, then offers the young lady a slice.]

Here you are.

[dawnfacing]

( shifting her whole and unspoiled persimmon to her left hand, she takes the offered cut with her right, feeling the fleshy texture between her fingers, moist and juicy and she looks at it curiously for a moment, before unceremoniously popping it into her mouth.

it's a whole other taste experience. it tastes like nothing she's ever had before, it tastes nothing like tomato. she clasps her right hand over her mouth, chewing quickly to get more of the flavour, then swallows, wide-eyed with wonder. removing her hand, she says, )

How delightful! It's like a whole meal in one little fruit!

[kijoni]

[ A faint smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. Shika can't help but find her excitement endearing in a way. She takes a moment to secure the excess fruit once more in the fabric bundle, then opens the flap to her bag again. At least now, she wouldn't have to worry about the excess fruit spoiling in her luggage. She had a habit of packing more than she could possibly eat.]

Yes, I think so too. So it's ideal for traveling long distances.

[ Shika regards the room surrounding them: a shared kitchen at an unassuming bed and breakfast in a town with more empty buildings than occupied ones. ]

Where might you be heading to? North...?

[ She nearly forms a name at the tip of her tongue. Until she realizes they hadn't exchanged such courtesies yet. A soft oh escapes Shika, and she cuts back in with a palm splayed across her heart. ]

Ah. I'm Shika.