It had really started with the small Mousse White Pocky boy looking out the window, and noticing that it was a pretty day out. His Guardian had been in the kitchen, making breakfast, the sounds of the pots clanging harshly as the blind Elf stumbled around making little Mythen flinch in irritation. As much as he cared for Nailen, the other could get quite annoying in his 'do it myself' moods. Like the one he was in right now. Turning silvery eyes to the blue-eyed male, he called,
"I want to go to the Park! It's nice out!" A groan came from the small kitchenette, and the boy hopped off his chair and padded, barefoot as always, into the room, where the smells of cinnamon rolls, eggs, and bacon wafted about like a strange perfume.

The petite male sat, rather resigned, on his chair, gently working his fingers through cloudy strands slowly pulling it into his usual braid, while watching his own tanned fingers at work. He frowned a bit as Nailen dropped the first egg onto the counter,
"You sure you don't want me to-"
"No. I am not incapable of creating the breakfast, Mythen."
"I was just saying...." He muttered, rolling his eyes in frustration with the taller male. As soon as the stubborn elf had finished their food, and set it on the table, the two ate in silence, the tiny Mythen sticking to the sticky cinnamon rolls, and stoic Nailen munching away at bacon and eggs. Not a sound was made, aside from eating, until, with a sigh, Mythen looked back out the window.

"You....Really want to go outside, don't you." Grinning, Mythen knew he was winning, just by the resigned note in his caretaker's voice. Nai wasn't good at holding off against the wishes of the small boy for long. Getting up from his chair, and setting his dishes in the sink, to be taken care of later, before spinning on the ball of his foot, and hurrying to the door to get the white ash staff that served as Nailen's guide stick. Bringing it back to the strange mutt of a person, he pressed it into the hand,
"Come on! We don't want to waste daylight!" He said, very chipper, contrasting Nai's rather sour demeanor of the moment.

Within a moment's span, they were outdoors, the tiny pocky practically dragging him down the pathway, towards the park. Nai, himself, was still getting used to the feeling of those tiny digits, curling around his own, leading him in his blindness. He could feel the sun warming his cheeks, and the pavement under his bare feet (for both he and Mythen seemed to prefer feeling where they walked). The wind brushing by, and the eager emotions rolling off the tiny pocky boy were of no surprise to him. The little one always did enjoy getting out of the house, especially since Nai was rather the shut in. However, letting Mythen lead him to the park, Nai figured, hey. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

Mythen's step quickened as they reached the grassy expanse, spotting the playset and the other things around, his eyes bright and eager. Though he said not a word, he felt Nailen's hand disentangle from his, and heard the 'thud' of the staff touching the ground. He knew this was his excuse to run off and play. As long as Nai could 'sense' him, or hear his voice, the tiny pocky was fine. With a laugh of triumph, he literally took off, moving in a beeline for the swings. Though generally quiet, and sometimes serious, Mythen was still a child, and had a love for the freedom of play that came with it. It was highly enjoyable! What could he say?

And so, the boy jumped on one of the swings, small braid waving back and forth as it moved, a rhythmic motion that soothed the mirror-eyed pocky. Who knew. Maybe he'd find something fun to do!