[Even if Silent Salt is not familiar with every faerie song, he has visited the kingdom enough to know its penchant for music. Even now, it calms him as his fingers work through that hair. His touch is a mite bit unpracticed, and in the end the braid might not be entirely perfect. It is serviceable, though. He does not rush, but he also tries not to take his time over much. Pleasant though the experience is, he cannot bring himself to be selfish in this moment.
Still, as he twists the tie around the finished braid, a feeling of melancholy strikes him. He bows his head ever more, silently wishing to have just a few more moments.
Only to deny himself the request as he leans back.]
[Elder Faerie had been so relaxed that he was starting to drift off. he sits up straight when he hears Silent Salt speak. whoops!]
Is it?
[he feels refreshed, turning his head to look in the mirror at the lopsided braid. it's fine, he's only wearing it to keep his hair from getting tangled in the night]
Thank you. It looks marvelous.
[he says this genuinely. as giddy as he is, he knows he must sleep now]
[The corner of Silent Salt's mouth twitches downward as he notes the flaws in his efforts. Nevertheless, Elder Faerie seems to be pleased by it, and he knows his dear friend would not lie to him. He'll simply have to settle for improving, should he ever be granted the chance at a next time.]
I am glad that you think so.
[He stands, then bows at the waist. It all feels so formal, but at the same time... it's the easiest form of reverence that Silent Salt knows. The praise will be filed away for later, to suffuse him long after Elder Faerie has fallen asleep.]
I will not keep you. Pray rest easy this evening.
[He scoops down once more, grabbing his helmet and putting it back on. The same is done with his gauntlets.]
[Elder faerie watches him, beaming again. he is filled with such elation at this moment, he doesn't know how he'll be able to sleep. but it is fine. he must sleep, so that they can have their morning walk]
Thank you, old friend. Please let me know if something is amiss.
[he moves to get under the covers, nice and cozy. a thought occurs to him, but he buries it swiftly]
[Silent Salt makes his way to the door. He casts a quick glance over his shoulder, taking in the sight of his dear friend. It is good to see him so comfortable, so at ease. Another sight to commit to memory, he thinks, as he takes is place just outside the door. He nudges the door closed only slightly, enough to see inside and hear what is important, and to listen if Elder Faerie wishes it, while still providing a modicum of privacy.
With all that settled, Silent Salt takes up his watch.]
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Date: 2025-11-19 05:08 am (UTC)Still, as he twists the tie around the finished braid, a feeling of melancholy strikes him. He bows his head ever more, silently wishing to have just a few more moments.
Only to deny himself the request as he leans back.]
It is finished.
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Date: 2025-11-19 05:26 am (UTC)Is it?
[he feels refreshed, turning his head to look in the mirror at the lopsided braid. it's fine, he's only wearing it to keep his hair from getting tangled in the night]
Thank you. It looks marvelous.
[he says this genuinely. as giddy as he is, he knows he must sleep now]
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Date: 2025-11-19 06:49 pm (UTC)I am glad that you think so.
[He stands, then bows at the waist. It all feels so formal, but at the same time... it's the easiest form of reverence that Silent Salt knows. The praise will be filed away for later, to suffuse him long after Elder Faerie has fallen asleep.]
I will not keep you. Pray rest easy this evening.
[He scoops down once more, grabbing his helmet and putting it back on. The same is done with his gauntlets.]
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Date: 2025-11-19 07:21 pm (UTC)Thank you, old friend. Please let me know if something is amiss.
[he moves to get under the covers, nice and cozy. a thought occurs to him, but he buries it swiftly]
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Date: 2025-11-19 10:35 pm (UTC)[Silent Salt makes his way to the door. He casts a quick glance over his shoulder, taking in the sight of his dear friend. It is good to see him so comfortable, so at ease. Another sight to commit to memory, he thinks, as he takes is place just outside the door. He nudges the door closed only slightly, enough to see inside and hear what is important, and to listen if Elder Faerie wishes it, while still providing a modicum of privacy.
With all that settled, Silent Salt takes up his watch.]