sparkly, sharp things

[good_ideas]

WHO: Shiho and you! (feat. diamonds, so many diamonds)
WHERE: Anywhere because she wandered far
WHEN: End of January-ish
WHAT: Shiho finally feels well enough again to attempt to hunt down all the diamonds she coughed up because some old crone blessed her and some questing things.
WARNINGS: Blatant destruction of Awash's diamond economy



A. Diamonds, diamonds everywhere
[You are about to take a step. Maybe into your home? Maybe into the library?

Or maybe you're in the middle of nowhere, who knows. But in that exact moment, there's a voice from behind you sounding oh-so-very-concerned.]

Wait, there's a trap!

[There is, of course, no trap. What there will be though, on closer inspection: a tiny diamond sparkling on the ground.]

B. What does she even do with all these diamonds
[Or maybe you beat her to it, the diamond sparkling in your hand. This time though, she draws what looks to be a hairdryer (or if you know better, a Nonlethal Psychometry Gun):]

Drop it.

[What'll she do if you don't drop it?






Threaten to shoot you, probably. She's been laid out sick from the thorns for a few days and she needs to destress, damn it!]

C. Wildcard
[Quests?? Diamond-hoarding? Anything your heart desires.]

Comments

[messianic]

[Giving them to Cairngorm does seem like the best outcome overall...they're beautiful and would make for nice jewelry, but considering they both know where they came from, Minato doesn't bother Shiho for not being too into that idea.

It's totally fine.

Instead of questioning it, he just quietly reaches for her bag so he can dump his pile into the bag as well, nodding.]

That's really generous... I bet they'll be pretty useful to Cairngorm-san.

[He squints at the ground, looking for the typical glint of the diamonds--though it's probably unsurprising that Shiho tends to find them much more quickly than he does.]

You know, it's kind of nice that we can make positive outcomes even out of the weird things that happen to us here.

[Like Shiho finding a use for these diamonds, even though the time they couldn't speak together was pretty...well, miserable.]

[good_ideas]

[A couple of months ago and she'd probably have been happy to get all these diamonds, she thinks as she adjusts the bag to better accommodate all the new diamonds he's giving her. But Cairngorm did tell her they had a use for these diamonds and what better new home for these than with them?]

I have no use for them anyway so I might as well. He said they'd be useful for one of his friends if they ever come here. [And if there's one thing that can immediately make Shiho cave to every request, it's talking about friends. Smiling at him as he squints down at the ground, she reaches over to point out a glimmering diamond near him.]

And maybe you're just always really good at finding a positive outcome out of anything that happens or anything that someone says. [The thought of just how much she'd missed being able to talk to him, to tease him comes back in full force and she rests her chin on her knees, reaching past a diamond this time to hook one finger around his.]

...I missed you.

[messianic]

[He crouches to snag that diamond she points out to him--though he pauses in doing so when she hooks their fingers together. Instead of reaching for the diamond, he focuses on threading all of their fingers together instead, until their palms are pressed together.

He smiles, head dipping, quiet contented warmth surging through him.]

... I missed you too. I'm glad we could still spend time together, but...

[Quietly, he squeezes her hand, sincerity in his feelings and words alike.]

It's better when we can talk together.

[good_ideas]

[She'll never, ever tire of feeling that warmth and sincerity from him. Smiling, she gives his fingers a squeeze in return, letting her own gaze get caught for a second in just looking at their hands, fingers laced together.

She doesn't want to let go.]

...It is better. I mean, you let me use psychometry on you all the time, it's only fair that I have to tell you what I'm thinking. [Her thumb swipes gently along the side of his hand before she looks back up at him again.]

Right?