The silent urging to vacate the tent, Neil picked up on easily, shifting his grip just enough to steer her outside while he stayed at her back, resuming his position contentedly the moment they were free of the tent--free to talk on their own.
What she said made sense, too, about wants and likes. He'd gotten everything he ever wanted after he left his world and went to the Five Realms--power, strength, even fame and fortune of a sort. The big things were always the wants...the wishes came with things like having private quarters of his own, a room with a lock on the door, something as stupid as a birthday...
He wondered if there was something stronger than a wish--something a person could want so badly they didn't even realize it, something they never thought about...then had it fall into their lap.
Or nearly teleport on top of them.
He shook off his introspection when she asked about his nameday. Tightening his arms around her, he bent to press a kiss to her neck as he tried to figure out the answer.
"Day before the Harvest." he replied simply. "I'd need to do some math to figure out the date on a real world calendar, but rough estimate is either last week of October or first week of November. Chose a nameday 'cause I'm not sure when I was born. Didn't really celebrate birthdays in the group home, and even if they did I was abandoned out the gate. If there's an actual, legal birth record somewhere, I've never know about it."
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What she said made sense, too, about wants and likes. He'd gotten everything he ever wanted after he left his world and went to the Five Realms--power, strength, even fame and fortune of a sort. The big things were always the wants...the wishes came with things like having private quarters of his own, a room with a lock on the door, something as stupid as a birthday...
He wondered if there was something stronger than a wish--something a person could want so badly they didn't even realize it, something they never thought about...then had it fall into their lap.
Or nearly teleport on top of them.
He shook off his introspection when she asked about his nameday. Tightening his arms around her, he bent to press a kiss to her neck as he tried to figure out the answer.
"Day before the Harvest." he replied simply. "I'd need to do some math to figure out the date on a real world calendar, but rough estimate is either last week of October or first week of November. Chose a nameday 'cause I'm not sure when I was born. Didn't really celebrate birthdays in the group home, and even if they did I was abandoned out the gate. If there's an actual, legal birth record somewhere, I've never know about it."