[ For a long moment, all Tofa can do is stare at her sister.
This is not something she had been willing to consider, at least not before now. She had never imagined either of them falling in love, either of them being anything like this, but seeing Magni so content, so happy... How can she feel anything but joy? How can she let herself feel anything but a sheer, embracing contentment? It's impossible and she knows it.
She is so happy for her dearest and most wonderful sister.
Leaning forward, she rests her head on her sister's before she leans back to sign, fingers slow and careful.
It sounds very beautiful. A feeling she would like to steal, if she was able. You are brighter for it, fierce one. Brighter and beautiful. She is good. ]
( Gently - gently, for all that her sister is strong, of the mountains, with the same stone and gales in her bones - she rests her hands on Tofa's shoulders. )
You don't— need love to be bright and beautiful, Tofa. You are already the brightest star of Talonhold.
( Her sister did not realise it, she thought, how wonderful she was, how much better Magni was for having family here, how lucky Talonhold was to have her wit and her strength. That insight and compassion, the will and resilience, and all that before looking to her skill as a ranger. )
But if you... wish for it, then I know you'll find someone worthy of you.
[ The brightest star - that cannot be possible. With all the things she had seen, all the people in their Hold... She is the moon; a mere reflection of the brightness there.
She does not have the heart to argue, however, smiling instead.
Only as bright as my dear sister. Her expression is incredibly soft.
My heart is well. I do not need to demand more than what I have.
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This is not something she had been willing to consider, at least not before now. She had never imagined either of them falling in love, either of them being anything like this, but seeing Magni so content, so happy... How can she feel anything but joy? How can she let herself feel anything but a sheer, embracing contentment? It's impossible and she knows it.
She is so happy for her dearest and most wonderful sister.
Leaning forward, she rests her head on her sister's before she leans back to sign, fingers slow and careful.
It sounds very beautiful. A feeling she would like to steal, if she was able. You are brighter for it, fierce one. Brighter and beautiful. She is good. ]
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( Gently - gently, for all that her sister is strong, of the mountains, with the same stone and gales in her bones - she rests her hands on Tofa's shoulders. )
You don't— need love to be bright and beautiful, Tofa. You are already the brightest star of Talonhold.
( Her sister did not realise it, she thought, how wonderful she was, how much better Magni was for having family here, how lucky Talonhold was to have her wit and her strength. That insight and compassion, the will and resilience, and all that before looking to her skill as a ranger. )
But if you... wish for it, then I know you'll find someone worthy of you.
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She does not have the heart to argue, however, smiling instead.
Only as bright as my dear sister. Her expression is incredibly soft.
My heart is well. I do not need to demand more than what I have.
Which is... Not entirely a lie. ]