[Jill hums an agreement. She's not quite comfortable embracing the magic here in full yet either, but she's growing more at ease with it. Even at its darkest, it doesn't blot out hope the same way that Valisthea's had.]
It's far from perfect, but it is better. I'd never thought that magic could be giving, I suppose.
[That word, giving, feels far from perfect too – Jill knows that it takes from people as well – but she figures it's a close enough approximation to what she means. It's reunited her with her family and asked for nothing in return; it's given Joshua a home that he adores, and will soon do the same for Clive and herself. There's something beautiful about a spell that channels the energy of their love to manifest an ideal place for them to start their lives together, and she isn't so cynical as to ignore that.
Still, she adds:]
At least sometimes.
[When Clive wraps his arm around her, Jill bumps him with her shoulder, then looks to him with a playful gleam to her eyes that grows all the more bright as he grins. The sight of him smiling compels her to mirror his touch, and she glides her own hand across his back to rest on his waist. There's birdsong all around them. The air is clean, carried on a breeze that smells mostly of forest, but sometimes the aroma of flowers wafts up from nearby beds and bushes. It's such a peaceful moment that she can't help but bask in it a moment before responding to the rest of what he's said.]
It's not... not enticing. It's rather that I wouldn't know where to begin, or what I even want. And I know we'd help each other figure it out, but I need something to feel more certain about while I'm still getting my bearings here. Our wedding gives me that certainty, Clive. That's what makes it more enticing. We can figure the rest out later, can't we? At least we'll have a hearth to cook our food over and a soft bed to retire to at night in the meantime.
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It's far from perfect, but it is better. I'd never thought that magic could be giving, I suppose.
[That word, giving, feels far from perfect too – Jill knows that it takes from people as well – but she figures it's a close enough approximation to what she means. It's reunited her with her family and asked for nothing in return; it's given Joshua a home that he adores, and will soon do the same for Clive and herself. There's something beautiful about a spell that channels the energy of their love to manifest an ideal place for them to start their lives together, and she isn't so cynical as to ignore that.
Still, she adds:]
At least sometimes.
[When Clive wraps his arm around her, Jill bumps him with her shoulder, then looks to him with a playful gleam to her eyes that grows all the more bright as he grins. The sight of him smiling compels her to mirror his touch, and she glides her own hand across his back to rest on his waist. There's birdsong all around them. The air is clean, carried on a breeze that smells mostly of forest, but sometimes the aroma of flowers wafts up from nearby beds and bushes. It's such a peaceful moment that she can't help but bask in it a moment before responding to the rest of what he's said.]
It's not... not enticing. It's rather that I wouldn't know where to begin, or what I even want. And I know we'd help each other figure it out, but I need something to feel more certain about while I'm still getting my bearings here. Our wedding gives me that certainty, Clive. That's what makes it more enticing. We can figure the rest out later, can't we? At least we'll have a hearth to cook our food over and a soft bed to retire to at night in the meantime.