[She should move away, and she could, but there is something keeping her rooted there. Rooted with her feet between his, his hand on her hip, the other guiding her...]
I know how to throw a dart, Cidolfus.
[She wishes that she could say there was no explanation for it, but she knows that is far from the truth. That there is that ever-present force that keeps drawing her to him that has only grown since last night. And maybe this is her way of searching for answers to her questions without having to ask...
He'll feel the caress of wind on his cheek, and her hair tickling his lips as it brushes past them both. With a slow but unsteady inhale, Benedikta draws her hand back...
...
And snaps it forward, the dart riding that breeze to carry it to the exact balloon they are both eyeing. The dart lands with a sharp pop, the balloon bursting and sending a cheer through the small audience that they have gathered, but she is far too preoccupied by his hand on her hip to hear their comments. Probably for the best, considering the things they say.]
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I know how to throw a dart, Cidolfus.
[She wishes that she could say there was no explanation for it, but she knows that is far from the truth. That there is that ever-present force that keeps drawing her to him that has only grown since last night. And maybe this is her way of searching for answers to her questions without having to ask...
He'll feel the caress of wind on his cheek, and her hair tickling his lips as it brushes past them both. With a slow but unsteady inhale, Benedikta draws her hand back...
...
And snaps it forward, the dart riding that breeze to carry it to the exact balloon they are both eyeing. The dart lands with a sharp pop, the balloon bursting and sending a cheer through the small audience that they have gathered, but she is far too preoccupied by his hand on her hip to hear their comments. Probably for the best, considering the things they say.]