i see. . . ( fingers reach up to attempt to brush the halo, only to hesitate at the last possible moment. ) it is a testament to the power of your own faith then, is it not? to place it unto others, i have my doubts that it is a feasible feat for most.
you needn't worry, dear sunday, for it is as light as a feather! in truth, i can hardly feel it at all. i am most impressed by your ability to conjure such beauty and light!
Shaking his head, he clears his throat.
"Of course, I suspect only a few would attempt such things against the sweet dreamers. This is a paradise, after all. For what reason would there be to cause nightmares? Truly, the very idea baffles me."
It seemed Aventurine shared his sentiments about the dreams, though he had not expected the near rage that came out of the gambler as he points out the falsehoods within the lovely dreams. Yet, they do not refute his words, instead they slowly nod along, in clear agreement.
"I suppose it is rather easy to take advantage of other at their most peaceful. If one does not have worries within dreams, how can you expect that it will have any effect in your reality?" With that, he sighs, shoulders drooping ever so slightly. "A terribly dreadful thought."
( it's increasingly obvious that the more sunday speaks, the clearer it's becoming to the knight that he was unhappy with his current circumstances. in truth, it was unsurprising, but they had not expected such an air around the him. )
ah, yes! write down as much as you wish!
yes. a lot of bread and cured meats. ( sunday would never turn down offered food, but he was getting close. his hands fold nearly behind his back, the frown dissipating after a moment’s contemplation. ) may i write you a list of cleaning supplies the ship lacks?
i see! regardless it is a craving i shall be happy to remedy! it has been some time since we have eaten anything that is not simply bread and cured meats, has it not? ( though they note the man's sour look, they do not comment on it. ) is there anything more you wish for?
( the wings twitch again, beating once before folding by his ears. there is a wrinkle between his brows that won’t go away. ) it is a normal amount of fondness, i would not go so far as call it a sweet tooth. i simply have a craving.
a chocolate—
( a pause before their lips curl into a smile. ) i did not know you had such a fondness for sweets. there is no need to fret, a chocolate bar shall be yours shortly. i believe i can chart our course to reach a stop in less than an hour's time, if that is acceptable.
( he touches his chin, frowning. ) i admit, i hadn’t considered this. perhaps a bar of chocolate in reality is far too expensive for anyone to just buy. i wouldn’t want to financially ruin you.
"Has the thought of the end of this dream crossed your mind often?" Finally, they take a tentative sip of their drink, pleased to find it's the perfect amount of sweet.
"It is truly a most beautiful dream, but I find myself hesitating at the thought of remaining here forever. Yet, perhaps that is simply due to my own duty as a knight, rather than any particular want I may have." With that said, his gaze lifts, sweeping all around them both.
Despite the joy they've found in this dream, alas, none of it was rooted in reality. Idrila's presence did not grace the moments of Penacony, nor did Argenti sense THEY had any part in its creation. The thought makes him a touch despondent, but he perseveres, nonetheless.