He had only come to be sure, "Natalia, are you certain you want to do this?" He glances at his shivering friend walking beside him. With an internal sigh, he shrugged out of his coat and settled it around her thin shoulders.
She gives him a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry Nick, I'm always so scatter-brained." He shrugs, long used to her tendency to forget the little, important things. "Still, I looked it up in every book and site that's good and true--they'll be here tonight, to take any worthy ones."
He remains silent for a while, the sound of snow crunching beneath their boots loud in the crisp, clear air. "Why do you want to leave so badly?"
"Aw, Nicky, don't take it that way!" She gives him a pleading look; it's an old argument, but one that never lies. "I don't want to leave, I just want to go there." She says "there" with the same reverence the devout say "God" and his worry increases.
"But all your research is all theoretical, yes? There is no guarantee!"
She stops and whirls to face him, his heavy coat shifting to drape around her small form from the motion, "Stop it Nicholas! You know how long, how badly I've wanted to go! We're here and I. Will. Go." Tears giver her blue eyes a metallic tint, and he sees that she's biting her lip, hard, to keep them from falling.
And the argument always ends the same, "Of course, 'Talia."
They are silent again as they walk through the trees, through bright sunlight and dark shadow, their breaths showing white with each exhale.
She gives him a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry Nick, I'm always so scatter-brained." He shrugs, long used to her tendency to forget the little, important things. "Still, I looked it up in every book and site that's good and true--they'll be here tonight, to take any worthy ones."
He remains silent for a while, the sound of snow crunching beneath their boots loud in the crisp, clear air. "Why do you want to leave so badly?"
"Aw, Nicky, don't take it that way!" She gives him a pleading look; it's an old argument, but one that never lies. "I don't want to leave, I just want to go there." She says "there" with the same reverence the devout say "God" and his worry increases.
"But all your research is all theoretical, yes? There is no guarantee!"
She stops and whirls to face him, his heavy coat shifting to drape around her small form from the motion, "Stop it Nicholas! You know how long, how badly I've wanted to go! We're here and I. Will. Go." Tears giver her blue eyes a metallic tint, and he sees that she's biting her lip, hard, to keep them from falling.
And the argument always ends the same, "Of course, 'Talia."
They are silent again as they walk through the trees, through bright sunlight and dark shadow, their breaths showing white with each exhale.