Thursday morning, Talia woke with a nagging feeling in the back of her head, it wasnât until after breakfast and the girls starting talking about their plans for the day that she recalled the promise she made to Milo..and the lack of a time they were supposed to meet up.
Cursing herself internally, she pinched the bridge if her nose and told Iris and Auriana that she was going to spend the day alone to try and work on some songs and would probably be out for most of the day. Both girls got a sly look on their eyes and insisted she take a picnic for whenever she got hungry whichâŚshe couldnât really complain about.
So after packing up some food and a thermos of her favorite earth tea she slung her purse over one shoulder and her guitar case across the other. âIâll probably be back for dinner, but Iâll call you in case something comes up.â she said with a wave over her shoulder at the girls and Amaru, amused smile on her face as they excitedly waved back and closed the door behind her. They were going to ask so many questions when she got back. Breathing out a sigh she made her way to the clearing sheâd meet Milo in, somewhat hoping she wasnât the only one arriving so early but also hoping that she was so it couldnât be taken as a-and here she wrinkled her nose at the thought-date.
When she arrived Milo was already stretched out across the grass, his eyes closed and blond hair obviously ruffled every which way to the point Talia had to bite her lip to hold back a laugh. Once she composed herself, she set her guitar case and the picnic basket down before sitting next to Milo. âI hope I didnât make you wait long,â she said, not even bothering to hold back a laugh as he jolted upright with a startled sound and mumbled gibberishâŚat least she hoped it was gibberish.
âTalia!â he said, green eyes now wide as he tried to smooth down his hair. âI-uh, d-didnât expect you to be here so early!â he said, voice a fake cheery that had the Xerin raise an eyebrow. She could feel his nervousness grow at the action and simply shook her head to try and dispell it.
âWell, since we never said a time to meet up, I figured getting here early would be better than us missing each other.â she explained, her arms moving to wrap around her knees as she rested her chin on them. âWhen did you get here by the way? Do you live close by?â she asked, genuinely curious as to how he got here before her.
âOh, I actually couldnât-â another wave of nervousness. â-couldnât sleep so I wentâŚwent for a walk! Yes, and I guess I justâŚended up here?â He finished, sheepish smile on his face as he scratched the back of his head. âIâŚhavenât been able to sleep well for a while actually,â he murmured, eyes downcast as he shrugged in a âwhat-can-you-doâ manner.
Talia hummed, mostly to herself as she looked out at the treeline and took in the clearing as it was in the morning. She could still pick up on Miloâs nervousness, but after awhile it gentled and calmed into what she could only describe as contentment. Feeling her own restlessness bringing to grow she pulled over her guitar case and popped the lid open, pulling her instrument free and beginning to tune it.
âWhat kind of songs do you pay? Aside from your band ones I mean,â Milo asked, head tilted in an oddly endearing manner.
Turning back to tuning her instrument, Talia smiled softly to herself. âWellâŚI think I remember an old lullaby my sister used to sing to me whenever I had a nightmare.â Instrument fully tuned she set it across her lap as she looked up towards the sky. âI also think I could play one of the traditional celebratory dance songs if I had the right sett-â
âCould I hear? You play one I mean, you donât have to sing if your donât want to, but if you do thatâs fine! I think you have a great voice and-â
Every passing moment he spoke she felt his nervousness grow and as it became closer to panic, she picked her guitar up and strummed a chord, cutting through his words as she sent him a small, unsure smile. âI donât mind,â she said, the white lie passing her lips easily as her eyebrows pinched. Looking down at her guitar she ran through a few practice chords, trying to find which ones made the right sound to match her memory. Eventually she found one that seemed to work and sent another, this time shyer smile to Milo before she began strumming the melody that always calmed her as a child.
As Milo listened he felt his eyelids drift closed, the calming melody sweeping over him and unwinding the pent up stress in his shoulders. âItâs beautiful,â he whispered, voice almost too soft to hear. After several moments of music, he felt warmth bubble up in his chest and couldnât resist trying to sing, his mind a calm haze as he let his lips part.
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