Willoughby Lovelace
don't sleep through dreams
that can come true
that can come true
Unlike Galileo, she hadn't thought much of anything of late. Her dreams were not plagued and she continued to wander without a care. Yes, the fleeting meetings were on her mind. No one in particular though. She thought it best to not get her hopes up, just in case she would never see them again.
Perhaps it would be unkind to say that out loud though. Especially if she knew that Galileo had been thinking of her. Willoughby felt she would be kinder to that realization. But ah... she was not a bright bulb. Not where it counted. Her dreams were as fleeting as the faces, no real epiphanies. It was like everywhere else she had been.
And everywhere she would continue to go.
But seeing the man before her now, once again, brought a warm smile to her lips. She slowed her pace, standing in front of him. Not close, not yet. "Oh!" she is quiet, the exclamation polite but she is delighted to see the face again "hello, Galileo!"
She made to go closer, to bump her nose against his shoulder. He had told her not to be a stranger, so she naturally assumed he wanted to be friends. But his hesitation and awkwardness... She could feel them roll off in waves. Puzzled, the maiden slowed and stared openly. Her confusion only deepened when he spoke of this place.
Furrowing her brow, she glanced around them. Nothing but seclusion, peace and quiet. "N-No...?" she was at a loss for his reaction "should I... know?" she queries, glancing back at the man "I thought I had seen most of Ruris, but this place suddenly appeared to me."
@Galileo, let's go!
