Garnet shook her head, eyes closed and gaze downward; her hand did not leave his shoulder just yet. "You don't have to apologize. It's something I think about often. Especially lately. I wonder, what would they think of me, if they could see me now."
She was trying not to let her thoughts wander too far. She didn't need to make this about herself. She was here to see after Delita's well-being. It was the least she could do, after his many gestures of kindness towards her. But even so... thoughts of his mother ran through her mind. It was nearly constant now, especially at the smallest suggestion. What would mother think of her, unmarried at twenty? In love with the very same boy who'd 'kidnapped' her so many years ago.
Garnet was so distracted, that at first, she didn't notice the image that was manifesting itself; a heavy set woman, nearly as much girth as height, draped in tacky fabrics and elaborate head-dress. How something so large could ever possible hope to float would have been astounding, if not for the fact that this new image, like the one of Delita's sister, were more transparent than not.
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She was trying not to let her thoughts wander too far. She didn't need to make this about herself. She was here to see after Delita's well-being. It was the least she could do, after his many gestures of kindness towards her. But even so... thoughts of his mother ran through her mind. It was nearly constant now, especially at the smallest suggestion. What would mother think of her, unmarried at twenty? In love with the very same boy who'd 'kidnapped' her so many years ago.
Garnet was so distracted, that at first, she didn't notice the image that was manifesting itself; a heavy set woman, nearly as much girth as height, draped in tacky fabrics and elaborate head-dress. How something so large could ever possible hope to float would have been astounding, if not for the fact that this new image, like the one of Delita's sister, were more transparent than not.