a song of blooming;
Though it was lamentable that Leaks had read him so easily — in the same vein, Shui found it endearing that he had. It warmed his heart that Leaks could read him so easily and though it may have just been because his friend was perceptive of others, Shui liked to believe it was because they were friends since long ago. Perhaps it was silly of him to do so but the thought remained and warmed him from the inside out.
Clapping his hands together, Shui began to eagerly lead Leaks along as he began to explain what he had in store for the two of them. The festival had a myriad of options when it came to games and other activities after all, so things like crafting and then playing games for prizes was definitely on the list. It was a bit childish, he supposed but he wanted to win some prizes and make some memories of this day.
"Maybe the flower pressing would be more your style."
It would only seem right, he thought. Leaks did love books and maybe the two could press a few flowers as bookmarks. Just the thought tickled him pink — and he wondered briefly if he could press a particularly lovely flower for Leaks to use as a bookmark in the future. Shui sighed and swung his arms a bit as the two walked in the direction of the festival, smiling all the while. He was over the moon that Leaks had pseudo agreed to come with.
Of course he could read him, a body that mirrored the bodies of texts he poured over every day. Human beings were all similar in certain ways, a moving painting of emotions that would constantly swirl with the language of upturned lips and curling hands as their paintbrush. It was hardly a challenge for him to observe scholastically - understanding people and their motives was an entirely different layer, but reading the most basic outward feeling was a laughable matter. With Shui, of course, it was like reading a children`s book. Easy to understand, and charming, but also extremely, almost embarrassingly simplistic. The proof was in front of him as eyes like young, green grass eagerly swayed this way and that, eagerly explaining what would be, murmuring his eagerness over each activity. Leaks had overheard about the flower pressing booth whilst perusing the school`s library (as per his daily rounds, of course). They seemed so excited about using the books for the flowers. It entertained him, just slightly, musing that the books would smell like flowers each time you opened them...even if just for a little while, as the essence of the petals would eventually wear away to nothingness. These flowers were beautiful and would wilt; ashes to ashes indeed, although drying flowers was a wonderful way to preserve their beauty. He knew that was exactly what Shui loved. Beautiful things, sweet things, anything to make people smile. He was merely that kind of person, spreading happiness like the fragrance of flowers. It was, perhaps, ideal that this activity somehow embodied two objects that both men felt so strongly about. When they reached their destination, Leaks took the liberty of guiding the easily distracted and excitable Shui (who would probably be lost to at least three booths if he didn`t have the elder to reign him in) directly towards the flower pressing.
"A gift for your son, perhaps? Do you plan to make a set for the library?"
Small talk was clearly not the forte of a man of science. He preferred words that were deeper, not water lilies that merely floated upon the surface.
