[Gratitude directed towards her is weird to accept and she feels like most of the credit should go to the flowers themselves. All she did was twist them together-nothing more.]
You can find me and I'll show you again.
[They seem to finally understand the purpose behind the crown and with how quickly they picked it up, it's unlikely they would need her help, but the offer stands and she will happily run them through the basics again. The problem now is that Drifter has made themself quite the flower model and she rubs the petals on the crown. Thinking. Hard. And eyeing the piece of their helmet that sticks out.]
I'll put this one on the ear.
[It's kind of a request, but also it's kind of not. It's really a warning, actually.]
[Perhaps it's not strictly necessary - the physical act of weaving the crown together is not difficult, and with practice, it will likely proceed to become easier in due time. But given how pleasant it was to learn, it seems a task far better suited to being performed with company.]
i would like that
[Perhaps they could show others, as well - some of the allies they've begun to make.]
it will not hurt
[With the assurance comes the slow bow of their head to present the point of their helm in better reach.]
[The only chance Drifter had to escape is gone now and it becomes apparent that her goal isn't to just drape the crown over their. No, not at all. It will not hurt might as well mean Do what you want.
And she does.
She fixes the way it dangles on the 'ear', turning it every which way like she's reorganizing an entire room and can't figure out where to put the couch. Eventually, she settles on a spot and keeps one finger on the stems to hold it in place against them. Her free hand digs deep into her knapsack for a roll of green tape from the last storytelling.
It takes only a moment for her to tear off a small piece, resume her crown holding position, and gently tape it their helmet. In a couple places, actually. Stop her.]
[They certainly hadn't expected that particular course of action, and their surprise is apparent in the startled blink of their eyes. Gingerly, they lift one hand to touch the point of each adhesive to the top of their helmet. It's reassuringly solid.]
[For however long until the flowers begin to wither, perhaps it can remain. The thought is not an unpleasant one; even cheering, in some respects.]
thank you
[There's no reason not to look styling while drifting.]
[That's a great question and it's one she mulls over, as she grabs flowers from the ground to poke into the crown so it's as packed as possible. ]
They'll die soon, but that's okay. They'll still be pretty.
[From the sun, heat and whatever other flower related issues may crop up. Not to mention the tape's adhesive-she doesn't know how long that will last. Not even a rough estimation. Awhile is the best answer she can give.
When the helmet crown is as full as it can be, she leans back to admire her friend.]
[Dried flowers can be just as beautiful as fresh ones, it's true. And as long as they are careful, there should always be more flowers to plait into little crowns and place on heads, or pin to cloaks. One further delicate touch ascertains the crown's position on their helmet, but then they sit back, evidently satisfied.]
[Two fingers outstretched, held out in a U-shape in front of their mantle, with that little drifty smile.]
[That's the creme de la creme of reactions and she's so happy. Their gratitude doesn't go unnoticed and even though she has a difficult time taking any sort of credit for this, she smiles all the same.
And raises her own hand, mimicking the u-shape they make with her own two fingers.]
We should thank the paper too. That thing showed me how to make them.
[Yes, let's thank the two page pamphlet. It's truly deserving of this mighty honor.]
[Look, it's just as possible that a two-page pamphlet has feelings and should be treated accordingly. If rabbits bearing tomes can have feelings, then so can little pages of paper. In fact, paper should be treated with reverence - it seems awfully rare here.]
[The Drifter obediently bows their head in the direction of the pamphlet accordingly - not as deep a bow as they'd offer to a god, but certainly something respectful.]
[Somewhere in the depths of her garbage filled bag, Ren's sure the two page paper must be happy to hear the thanks coming its way. It only seems right. Even the baseball equipment in her shared dream with Seto got a 'thank you' all those days ago. Drifter gets the meaning behind doing this and it pleases her to no end that they understand. With a soft, quiet voice she adds-]
Thank you.
[To Drifter and the diagram.]
That thing will show people how to be happy.
[Even after she dies, hopefully. As long as someone keeps thanking it.]
[Animate or inanimate, manners are important. And if she says they ought to thank the pamphlet, then they shall. They've nothing to lose for it, and everything to gain. It's just common risk assessment benefits.]
special treasure for special power
[They're starting to catch onto her child's logic. While not strictly sound...it's not exactly unsound either.]
[It's hard to add anything to the already infinite list of reasons they like this wandering drifter, who has been kind to her since the moment they met on the beach, but they just gave her another. This is a treasure. It does hold a special power. And they get that without her having to explain.
A power to calm people. A power to make others prettier. A special gift, from a kind rabbit, who has given her another chance at life. It's hard to not find every part of it special.]
[There is always, always more to be done. There is more to explore, more ground to cover, more resources to take stock of, more foes to defeat. The work of a wanderer is never done. But while they might have once elected to politely refuse the request and take to the sands once more in search of something more to do with themself, the thought of remaining here is...quietly appealing.]
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You can find me and I'll show you again.
[They seem to finally understand the purpose behind the crown and with how quickly they picked it up, it's unlikely they would need her help, but the offer stands and she will happily run them through the basics again. The problem now is that Drifter has made themself quite the flower model and she rubs the petals on the crown. Thinking. Hard. And eyeing the piece of their helmet that sticks out.]
I'll put this one on the ear.
[It's kind of a request, but also it's kind of not. It's really a warning, actually.]
Will it hurt that thing?
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i would like that
[Perhaps they could show others, as well - some of the allies they've begun to make.]
it will not hurt
[With the assurance comes the slow bow of their head to present the point of their helm in better reach.]
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And she does.
She fixes the way it dangles on the 'ear', turning it every which way like she's reorganizing an entire room and can't figure out where to put the couch. Eventually, she settles on a spot and keeps one finger on the stems to hold it in place against them. Her free hand digs deep into her knapsack for a roll of green tape from the last storytelling.
It takes only a moment for her to tear off a small piece, resume her crown holding position, and gently tape it their helmet. In a couple places, actually. Stop her.]
Now you can run with it. It won't fly away.
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[For however long until the flowers begin to wither, perhaps it can remain. The thought is not an unpleasant one; even cheering, in some respects.]
thank you
[There's no reason not to look styling while drifting.]
how long will it stay
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They'll die soon, but that's okay. They'll still be pretty.
[From the sun, heat and whatever other flower related issues may crop up. Not to mention the tape's adhesive-she doesn't know how long that will last. Not even a rough estimation. Awhile is the best answer she can give.
When the helmet crown is as full as it can be, she leans back to admire her friend.]
We can tape more to your head when that happens.
[For the low, low price of one drifty smile.]
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[Two fingers outstretched, held out in a U-shape in front of their mantle, with that little drifty smile.]
thank you for showing me
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And raises her own hand, mimicking the u-shape they make with her own two fingers.]
We should thank the paper too. That thing showed me how to make them.
[Yes, let's thank the two page pamphlet. It's truly deserving of this mighty honor.]
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[The Drifter obediently bows their head in the direction of the pamphlet accordingly - not as deep a bow as they'd offer to a god, but certainly something respectful.]
we thank you for your kind instruction
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Thank you.
[To Drifter and the diagram.]
That thing will show people how to be happy.
[Even after she dies, hopefully. As long as someone keeps thanking it.]
That's what these crowns do.
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special treasure
for special power
[They're starting to catch onto her child's logic. While not strictly sound...it's not exactly unsound either.]
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A power to calm people. A power to make others prettier. A special gift, from a kind rabbit, who has given her another chance at life. It's hard to not find every part of it special.]
Do you want to make more special crowns with me?
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[That's new. And it has not happened before.]
[And so - what have they to lose by accepting?]
ok
[They would like that, they think.]