Milo’s description wasn’t that far off, that much Moana could admit. Her gaze shifts towards the ground, a smile GROWING on her face. She wish she could outright tell him about that. How the ocean really was that to her, but she wasn’t sure if it was the right time to tell him. But she wanted to tell Milo, and she wanted him to meet Noah too.
Looking up again, a quick glance towards the sea as she lets out a giggle. “It’s not ridiculous, if that’s the word you’re going for.” She looks at him with another laugh. “I actually like that view. But like I said before; we believe that if we take care and PROTECT our waters, that the same will be SHARED with us.” Even if it was more literal in her case.
“Okay, here’s a question for you.” Her hands CLAP together, turning around to face him as she walks backwards. Probably not the smartest of decisions for many reasons. Mostly because if she wasn’t attentive, she’d trip and that’d be embarrassing, but it made her aware of how her heart RACED when all her focus was on him (and if she tripped from that that’d be even MORE embarrassing). She just had to play it cool. Not too hard.
“If you could be watched over by some element, what would it be? Or I guess what I’m trying to say is…” There’s another pause, lips PURSED together in thought before grinning. “If the ocean is my big brother, who would you want to be your big sister or brother?”
That giggle did things to him, really. Did Moana know? Did she even remotely know how she made Milo feel, and how very ... smitten he was? Man, his thoughts sounded like a bad romcom, but ... that was just how she made him feel, really. Milo figured that was what love was, in the end - embarrassing and awkward, but genuine. Real.
He had definitely been a fool for lesser things, in the past.
Milo snapped out of his thoughts once Moana started talking again, and he immediately turned his full attention towards the girl once more. This was such a nice moment, and somehow it was really easy to ... see it from a greater perspective. The way they walked with their feet in the sand, Moana in front of him, walking backwards, the waves quietly roaring by their side ... In Milo’s mind? This was the kind of thing people should write stories about.
A surprised hum at her question, and Milo had to contemplate his answer for a couple of moments.
“... I want to say air, because ... you know, it’s air. It’s light and free and lifts you up, but ... I might actually go with earth? Keeps you anchored, gives you roots. I think I could use those. Ah, I’m not sure”, Milo laughed, arms now behind his head as he kept his eyes on Moana, making sure she wouldn’t suddenly trip and fall.
“What do you think? Air or earth, for me?”
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