[What a day. What a day! It's a very special day; and every day she gets to spend with him is special, but this one is extra special.
Even so, for being a special day, a lot of the daylight hours were spent goofing off the way they usually do. Eat way too much street food, dance with the Animalians, play in the daily 5 o'clock rain. And tell a bunch of people that it's their anniversary to get extra little treats thrown in, of course. The Baislans sure do love love! Sayori can't complain. Being congratulated for it is embarrassing, but she loves food and she loves Mista, so what's she gonna do, not tell people? Ridiculous.
She's wearing the dress he got her for Candlenights, and a ridiculously fancy hair bow to go with it. Which both got wet in the rain, but which she cleaned up pretty easily with Prestidigitation. Aces. The shoe situation is simple black sandals with a couple cute straps, because that's just how it is on a beachy island. Plus, her various Friendship Adornments. The pendant he gave her is ever-present.
That was the day, though. The sun is setting, casting the sky in warm streaks of orange and pink that reflect off the rolling surface of the sea. It's really pretty; a perfect backdrop for their boat ride over to the third "toe" of Baisla's foot. Which is a perfect place to find some privacy from the bustling market and the shared cabanas, as they've discovered. It's pretty much the only place, unless they want to picnic in the Foggy Forest.
It's a pretty noisy boat ride, because they're a pair of idiots who shouldn't be trusted to row their own boat anywhere, but it's fun. Setting up camp is also a noisy process, because they're not Rangers. It's fine. There's a blanket, there are bedrolls, there's food. There's a fire, eventually. She even remembered to bring soap and toothpaste tablets. It's fine!
Sayori remains sprawled obnoxiously out on their big blanket while Mista asserts himself over the campsite to his content. When he finally comes to join her on the blanket, she sits up, alert and excited again.] Hey, so— I know there's a bunch of stuff we wanna do, but first—
[She drags the Bag of Holding over and buries her arm down to her shoulder in it, rummaging around while she speaks.] —I have some presents for you, and it's been killing me to wait all day! So let me give them to you now, okay?
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Even so, for being a special day, a lot of the daylight hours were spent goofing off the way they usually do. Eat way too much street food, dance with the Animalians, play in the daily 5 o'clock rain. And tell a bunch of people that it's their anniversary to get extra little treats thrown in, of course. The Baislans sure do love love! Sayori can't complain. Being congratulated for it is embarrassing, but she loves food and she loves Mista, so what's she gonna do, not tell people? Ridiculous.
She's wearing the dress he got her for Candlenights, and a ridiculously fancy hair bow to go with it. Which both got wet in the rain, but which she cleaned up pretty easily with Prestidigitation. Aces. The shoe situation is simple black sandals with a couple cute straps, because that's just how it is on a beachy island. Plus, her various Friendship Adornments. The pendant he gave her is ever-present.
That was the day, though. The sun is setting, casting the sky in warm streaks of orange and pink that reflect off the rolling surface of the sea. It's really pretty; a perfect backdrop for their boat ride over to the third "toe" of Baisla's foot. Which is a perfect place to find some privacy from the bustling market and the shared cabanas, as they've discovered. It's pretty much the only place, unless they want to picnic in the Foggy Forest.
It's a pretty noisy boat ride, because they're a pair of idiots who shouldn't be trusted to row their own boat anywhere, but it's fun. Setting up camp is also a noisy process, because they're not Rangers. It's fine. There's a blanket, there are bedrolls, there's food. There's a fire, eventually. She even remembered to bring soap and toothpaste tablets. It's fine!
Sayori remains sprawled obnoxiously out on their big blanket while Mista asserts himself over the campsite to his content. When he finally comes to join her on the blanket, she sits up, alert and excited again.] Hey, so— I know there's a bunch of stuff we wanna do, but first—
[She drags the Bag of Holding over and buries her arm down to her shoulder in it, rummaging around while she speaks.] —I have some presents for you, and it's been killing me to wait all day! So let me give them to you now, okay?