Knitting [Closed]

"Amira?" Nora stepped into the lounge, her white hooves clicking lightly against the freshly waxed floors. She peeked her head around the corner, past the coffee maker, potions, and microwave. The couches, while old and a bit ratty, were amazingly comfortable and she found her coworkers relaxing (or in Amira's case, dead asleep) in them at odd hours. She needed the dragon for a question on magic, but her teal form was no where to be seen. Instead, her violet eyes ran into Charon, and she jumped. "Ah, Charon, hello there!" She stepped further into the room and sat on the seat opposite him. "What are you making?"

Nora's eyes glittered at the old fae's mention, "That is very kind of you!" The question for Amira could wait until after a good conversation. She took in the tiny sweater's coloring, watching his fingers quickly move the yarn and needles. Having that level of dexterity looked wonderful - Nora didn't have that kind of ability since her human form wasn't her actual one. Hooves are also not exactly good for delicate work such as knitting. One might say that the odd combination of colors looked silly, but Nora (as stereotypical as it sounds) loved rainbows. "I'm sure she'll love it. What is she like?"

Nora wondered briefly what kind of stories were tangled inside of Charon's old brain. She smiled at his comment on age, "I know how you feel." Despite her young appearance, she was actually older than much of the faculty here, aside from Charon. Though young for a unicorn, she'd seen many generations come and go. A touch of sadness reflected in her eyes. "Ah, the colors?" She looked closely, humming through her pursed lips. "Well, I'm not an unbiased person to ask. I love many colors and hues mixed together."

"She wanted to know how committed you were, maybe?" Nora giggled, admiring the fondness in Charon's glassy eyes. "And you certainly proved it to her." A touch of loneliness crawled through her uncomfortably, but she pushed it aside. She wished she remembered what romance was truly like. "What happened, then?" She murmured with a hint of inspiration.

Nora could pick up hints of what Charon was talking about, but he looked so lost in his tangent, she stayed quiet and listened. The emotionality of it struck between her ribs and her face pinched into a sincere sympathy. Though she didn't agree with his philosophy, she nodded in respect. "We must hold onto those moments dearly." She leaned forward, giving a gentle smile. "And make new ones as well."