continuation || @indomitae
❝ you're quite popular. ❞ rover's eyes settle upon the two dogs that seem to have made themselves comfortable nearby xiangli yao. she can't help the slight air of mirth that surrounds her. animals had a way of sensing kinder people. the warm scent of freshly made plumpcakes clung to rover, no doubt coming from the two dishes that she carried. she holds one of the two out in offering, ❝ it's for you. i stopped by yumyum haven before coming here, so they're fresh. always better that way. ❞ a very brief chuckle falls from her lips as she steps closer to the spot overlooking the fair. it was bright and lively, offering a light of hope and a reprieve from the lingering worries and concerns of every day life.
The comforting veil of serenity lay atop his shoulders, as that fateful reunion still lingered on the edges of his mind, the young scientist at leisure adjusted self to the weight of the promise given and one he would labor to fulfill. He would not deny vestiges of melancholy still clinging to the walls of his consciousness after that encounter, nonetheless pacification bloomed within the man with the knowledge that his spirit now rested devoid of pain and regrets. The long fingers proceeded to caress one of the local dogs surrounding him, taking in the sensation of soft fur, as he maintained a rather absentminded image, despite being engrossed still by recent revelations.
Whilst pondering over events that occurred, he failed to notice her arrival, until a familiar feminine voice beckoned his attention, with a rather apparent hint at two furry admirers begetting a sheepish expression to spread over his countenance. "I can't help it. They always approach me and ask to play with them." Nor scent, not her occupied hands slipped his attention, as Yao politely shifted to make a room for her to sit beside and accepted the offered plate. He would not complain or admit own failure to procure a dinner, taking into consideration the amount of tasks he had to carry out and wishes to fulfill to ensure a memorable Moon-Chasing festival; her unforeseen gesture was appreciated. "You have my thanks, Rover... While your company is welcomed, I'd feel bad to keep you from enjoying yourself out there." Beyond doubt a pang of guilt would persist, if she would miss out on fun and celebrations on his account.










