Swish swish, the sound made everything so..relaxing. The gentle rustle of grass as a lone breeze blew by. Tail flicking against the tall grass Cecile stepped lightly, trying to be as careful as she possibly could. Being blind would not stop her from learning to walk without tripping..face scrunched in focus she stepped again. "Hmmm...almost" Soon it would be perfect..until then the frown slowly vanished, replaced with a bright smile. Now that she had practiced walking she could enjoy the rest of her day.
The sun was soothing on his fur as the white noodle sat in the sun, peacefully reading his copy of Richard the 3rd and musing to himself. It was a perfect day to be lazy - with it being so nice out, he would usually be outside and adding to his butterfly collection, but today was just a reading day. He heard the sound of another voice nearby, and closed his book, knowing he would remember the page number implicitly. "Hello there - are you quite alright?" he asked, once he spotted the blind female. It was in him to be helpful, and she seemed less fortunate than he. When he saw the smile, he smiled as well. It was always nice to see a female in such good cheer.
Jumping just a bit Cecile turned to face where she heard the voice and, footsteps. Her smile never faltering, not even for am oment..voice cheery and bright. "I am quite alright thank you..just..enjoying the day. The sun feels so lovely." Smile softening Cecile carefully sniffed, stepping towards the stranger, hoping to not run into him. "My name's Cecile.." Stepping a bit closer she could finally sort of feel the other's presence..not too close but, enough that if she moved too much she feared she would run into him. As an after thought her voice came out again, cheks flushing pink after the words escaped. "You..smell nice..like sunshine and something else.." AS the heating started her head lowered ever so slightly, embarassed that she had said her thoughts aloud like when she sat alone. "S-sorry..I..just..usually talk to myself so..sorry.."
"Oh, no, not at all, milady." he said, and chuckled in a good natured way. "What you smell is books. And they do smell pleasant - so I am not offended in the slightest that you noticed." he said, and then bowed. "My name is Othello, like the play by William Shakespeare - though I assure you that i am nothing like the main character." he joke, unsure of whether she would know what he was talkng about. So many people now really didn't. "It is a pleasure to meet you Cecile - a lovely name for a beautiful woman such as yourself."
Cheeks blushing further Cecile felt a little giggle bubble up and, escape her lips. "T-thank you..Othello. That's a nice name too..I.." Trailing off she delicately settled herself onto the ground, thinking over what she might say. "Books..Shakespeare..Play. Mm...I...I've never gotten to be around books much. Or go to a play or anything like that. What is it like?" Blind orbs closing Cecile took another small inhale. Books..it smelled..old..slightly dusty but, not bad. She quite enjoyed the smell..but, it also saddened her. Others had told her of stories held within books, she had even stumbled into a library before but, they didn't really cater to those that were blind. "Do you enjoy reading?"
"Oh yes - very much so. I quite find it to be one of my favorite activities." he said, and then blushed a little. "I've been called a bit of a stick in the mud for it, actually. I don't go to many parties, and when I go to see a play, or an Opera, I go to see it and not to chatter." he said, and then went to go and get his book, nosing it at her. "This is what a book smells, and feels like. I have come across a few that are in braille, but for the most part.." he trailed off and then seemed to realize that perhaps talking about these things to her was cruel. "Oh - but I.. I did not mean to leave you out of the conversation... What are your hobbies?"
Head tilting curiously Cecile carefully patted at the book, paw sliding over the cover. Sniffing a bit she smiled delicately. "It's alright..you don't seem like a stick in the mud to me. Just..calm.." Humming softly she continued to lightly pat at the book in thought, enjoying the light noise it made. "I..I love flowers..Roses mostly, they smell so good! I love to garden too. Most of the t-things I do..I do alone..but, it's nicer if I have company." Smiling once more she moved away from the book and Othello, feet leading her blindly to the flower she had picked earlier. Lying among the grass her keen nose helped Ceicle find the delicate rose. Even if the thorns pricked her the little female held it within her mouth, bouncing back to someone she now considered a friend. "Mmm." Unable to speak she felt about for the book, carefully leaning in to drop her rose upon the cover. "There.." <3
"Oh! What a beautiful rose!" he exclaimed, and sniffed at it happily. "A tea rose, If i'm not mistaken." he said, smiling and laying down again. "You must be very good at what you do. This is a wonderful specimen." he complimented. "I'm afraid, though, that in that you are alone. I tend to kill plants just by looking at them, or so it seems." A nervous chuckle followed his admission.
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