[ She gasps quietly at the beauty of it, leaning back along with him to settle into his shoulder, wanting to see it as close to the way he does as she can.
A moment of consideration, then— ]
Like water droplets come together when they touch?
[ That doesn't seem right. Water doesn't become smaller like this. Two droplets joined to become one are still the size of two. She hums and discards the thought to look for another one like it, furrowing her brow as she tries to understand the concepts of a larger universe through the earthly ones she knows, then tilts her head up to look at him when she does. ]
Like making a ball with snow?
[ On another occasion she might wait for an answer, but on this one the words are hardly from her mouth before she is distracted by looking back at what he's made. A moment later she is reaching out to touch it, making a soft delighted sound when it shimmers around the disturbance of her fingers. Her hand stills for a moment, and then she is making curving paths in it as she used to through her husband's, drawing the light of the illusion's breaking and reforming behind her with a childlike look of wonder in her eyes.
And then an equally childlike look at him to check and see if she is misbehaving followed by the soft spread of a shy smile. ]
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A moment of consideration, then— ]
Like water droplets come together when they touch?
[ That doesn't seem right. Water doesn't become smaller like this. Two droplets joined to become one are still the size of two. She hums and discards the thought to look for another one like it, furrowing her brow as she tries to understand the concepts of a larger universe through the earthly ones she knows, then tilts her head up to look at him when she does. ]
Like making a ball with snow?
[ On another occasion she might wait for an answer, but on this one the words are hardly from her mouth before she is distracted by looking back at what he's made. A moment later she is reaching out to touch it, making a soft delighted sound when it shimmers around the disturbance of her fingers. Her hand stills for a moment, and then she is making curving paths in it as she used to through her husband's, drawing the light of the illusion's breaking and reforming behind her with a childlike look of wonder in her eyes.
And then an equally childlike look at him to check and see if she is misbehaving followed by the soft spread of a shy smile. ]