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Any fool could tell the woman was forcing a smile, at least Sunni could, and he said nothing about it. His thoughts filled with uncertainty and doubt. Was she uncomfortable around him because of last night? No… He didn’t think it could be that if she was willingly going on a walk with him. It could be the fact that Flynn and Octavia were fighting and she blamed herself. He was unsure and could only have assuming thoughts which meant he had no clue. 

Her words were reassuring that he was not the cause of her energy. There were a lot of emotions that he could sense from Elara. Her tone was filled with concern and he almost felt guilty for pulling her away from her duties to the princess. Maybe he shouldn’t have offered a walk? Would a walk end up making her day worse? Sunni, why do you have to fuck things up?” He asked himself internally as he looked at the ground and nodded. “I think it might be nice,” He tried to sound more cheerful about the walk but it was difficult knowing that she wasn’t in the best mood. How could he make it better? His brain started running with ideas. 

It was not dreadful weather, not yet, and he found himself enjoying the outside and its coolness more than he thought he would. Thoughts gnawed at his mind as he wished the sun was up in the sky inside of the moon. The moon was beautiful at the time of night and the sun was great during the day. He found himself silently mourning the loss of the sun once again. 

Once they got near the water, his eyes started roaming around their feet and slightly ahead of them. In the shallows of the water. Sunni was looking for pretty or interesting rocks already. Something he did almost every time he came to the lake. Then he heard her voice and glanced at the woman, his amber eyes focusing on her ocean blues, and he stayed quiet for the moment. 

The man was not allowing himself to show the screaming emotions that erupted internally when Elara referenced last night. Everything in his mind was telling him this was not going to go well at all. She had to be upset that he compared her to rocks… dead people… and the moon because he thought it was a large rock in the sky. He understood why she was mad. Sunni knew he was out of line saying everything that he did last night. Then she asked about rocks — why do you like them?

Her confidence was lacking in this situation and he could tell. Sunni felt the same way when she began to formulate, awkwardly, as if she didn’t know how to talk about rocks at all. Her cheeks had a light blush and that caused him to feel his face beginning to burn yet no color was showing just yet. Looking away so he could take a hold of his emotions and not blush from the awkward energy of this conversation, “Well… I…” His free hand began to rub the back of his neck while he looked around. Searching eyes found a pretty and unique looking rock.

Gently, Sunni guided the woman over to the shore, as he reached for the rock that he spotted. Grabbing the smaller red rock with green stripes and the larger pink rock with a green splotch, He brought them up in one hand before letting his other hand slip from Elara’s. Holding out the pink one, “I think they are very pretty and always unique. See how these two have red and pink coloration with green? But they look totally different. Not the same at all,” His tone seemed to wander just like his eyes did. Sunni was looking around more, as he put those rocks into one of his pockets. 

He picked up a very plain looking rock that was in the shape of an oval and comfortably palm sized for himself. “Or like my mama used to have us do. She would have us collect rocks like this and paint things on them. Little animals or scenery or we would make “wish” rocks and write what we wish or want to happen then we would throw them into the nearby water or bury them in the desert sands,” Sunni was smiling so much when he spoke about this then he set the rock back down. She doesn’t like rocks, why is she asking me about them? His face grew a little too serious. 

“How about we talk about something else? I don’t take you as someone that actually cares on why I like rocks…” Sunni spoke his mind truthfully since she didn’t seem to like rocks especially with his comments last night nor did she seem confident to ask him about them when she did a moment ago. 

Looking around and trying to find something to switch the conversation, he had no idea what to switch to, because his mind was on rocks. His eyes glanced down to around his feet as he looked at the rocks, his brows furrowing, since he was trying to get his mind off of rocks. “Uhm…” He felt his face heating up and turning a different color. The skin around his cheekbones let a faint blush hit him. “Now, I can’t stop thinking about rocks or painting them. Do you like painting?” He asked in an attempt to change his thoughts from rocks to painting, simply painting, and seeing if she liked painting at all. “And I am not saying painting like in painting rocks. Just painting. Like… on a canvas,” Sunni felt like he had to clarify that. His eyes glanced at Elara @Qia.
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