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Aya is little used to having the opportunity to set her own priorities, but she likes it. She's not hurting for any material resources, and the organization of the attic would produce those more than anything else; and she has this entire bookshelf closer to hand. So the attic, which may or may not contain ghosts, languishes; and she steadily works through the book collection. Right now she is on the third in a series of myths from the old religion; this volume is about Aelare, the trickster.
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anotherbreeze
He shrugs. "Until Father finds out, I suppose. If I haven't seen any trouble over it by a week from now, I don't think I will. But it's hard to know for sure."
anotherbreeze
"Good!"
The potential for retribution over the painting doesn't seem to be weighing on him at all. Then again, if his father might decide to be angry with him at any moment... how is that different from any other day?
The potential for retribution over the painting doesn't seem to be weighing on him at all. Then again, if his father might decide to be angry with him at any moment... how is that different from any other day?
namesthesky
"Does that mean if you were some other, perhaps smaller, amount of happy, that would be the right amount too?"
anotherbreeze
"I don't know. I guess I'm just the kind of person who really, really likes," he waves a hand vaguely, "things like this. Getting drawings of foxes and giving cake."
namesthesky
Aya finishes the magpie the following morning (after having a slice of cake for breakfast). She tucks it under his door.