It is kind of ridiculous and story-like, actually. Blake's pretty sure the currents between Vale and Menagerie don't even work that way. Somehow, her little bottlecap managed to make itself a miracle.
The thought that fate had ensured they'd wind up together is far-fetched, and yet, it gives Blake comfort. She doesn't know if she even believes in fate, not for the big things. But maybe for the small things. Passing by a bookstore the day a new book that winds up a favourite comes out. Getting the last pastry at a bakery. Finding a specific bottlecap on a beach.
Yang's question about the ring makes her glance up, contemplative. Then, her expression softens into a smile. She reaches out to take Yang's hand, and guides them down the beach a little way, to a perfect little spot she saw underneath a broad tree.
Blake sits, and pats the sand next to her.
"It's a long story. Might as well make yourself comfortable."
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The thought that fate had ensured they'd wind up together is far-fetched, and yet, it gives Blake comfort. She doesn't know if she even believes in fate, not for the big things. But maybe for the small things. Passing by a bookstore the day a new book that winds up a favourite comes out. Getting the last pastry at a bakery. Finding a specific bottlecap on a beach.
Yang's question about the ring makes her glance up, contemplative. Then, her expression softens into a smile. She reaches out to take Yang's hand, and guides them down the beach a little way, to a perfect little spot she saw underneath a broad tree.
Blake sits, and pats the sand next to her.
"It's a long story. Might as well make yourself comfortable."