[It's just...nice. This is nice, the way she's so relaxed that she's not really thinking about anything at all, but only really just following along with what's in front of her when it crosses her line of sight. She's used to thinking, scrutinizing, analyzing — but right now she doesn't have to do any of that, and for once it feels oddly good not to. It's nice to put her head down and listen to the sound of Prompto's voice and only really catch every third word or so because the rest of it just flows together like music. It's nice to be jostled comfortably around and barely notice.
She can't remember the last time she just sprawled out on the ground like this, letting herself bask in the sun. Maybe she never has, before. That's such a shame, because it's so comfortable to do it, even if the grass is a little scratchy and her hair doesn't lie flat on it. It's not as though she really minds either of those things, anyway.
But Prompto's talking to her, and so she smiles a little, genuinely, because the sight of him is enough to make her smile in and of itself, and it's only sort of belatedly that she realizes he asked her a question.]
You're looking for the magnolias.
[She even sounds a little smug, in that dreamy sort of way she's got going.]
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She can't remember the last time she just sprawled out on the ground like this, letting herself bask in the sun. Maybe she never has, before. That's such a shame, because it's so comfortable to do it, even if the grass is a little scratchy and her hair doesn't lie flat on it. It's not as though she really minds either of those things, anyway.
But Prompto's talking to her, and so she smiles a little, genuinely, because the sight of him is enough to make her smile in and of itself, and it's only sort of belatedly that she realizes he asked her a question.]
You're looking for the magnolias.
[She even sounds a little smug, in that dreamy sort of way she's got going.]
But I didn't see any yet...so what did you see?