diatu | October Event Log

For the moment, Yotsuyu just watched Hendrik leave--though it was not entirely a sad thing, to watch him go.

It was not as if the bonfire itself was not doing a good deal to warm her up, and she could always retreat into her tent if she chose. Still, the spirit of the bonfire was clearly to share what plenty one could, and Yotsuyu still had quite a bit of the cider in the bottles to disburse.

The hard cider? Well, that she was saving. There wasn't that much--likely enough to warm her up on its lonesome, especially if she shared it with the knight. She'd just have to wait until Hendrik returned.

Coming back with a lot of food, there was one thing that he didn't forget and that was her dessert. "All I could find for sweets was this cake thing." A chocolate on chocolate concoction was placed before her but it was a really big piece.

Sitting down with the food that he acquired, the knight shook his head. "I couldn't find anything that resembles what you make." There was a complaint in there somewhere. But it wouldn't be Yotsuyu's cooking anyway, so it didn't really matter in the big scheme of things.

"And if you're hungry, I can share." There was plenty of food on Hendrik's plate after all.

"I hope you plan to share this as well, then!" Yotsuyu was not certain that she was going to avail herself of Hendrik's food, but--if she weren't going to be a complete glutton, he was simply going to have to share. The cake looked divine, but she had a figure to maintain!

Yotsuyu tilted her head at Hendrik, even as she scooted closer, leaning against him companionably. Nothing too serious--she was not about to upset his plate--but enough to be well within arm's reach. "Nothing like what I make? Are you that fond of it, or is it simply because I make it?" There was a hint of laughter in her voice, and she smiled up at the knight.

"Oh, I might nibble. Mayhap." In truth, Yotsuyu wasn't certain she was actually hungry, at the moment. "But might I interest you in some cider?" Nothing soft for him, but in truth there was barely enough to make either of them tipsy, if they shared it. Classes were still in session, and neither knight nor witch really needed a big head in the morning...

"I will if you have not eaten all of it." He recalled that Serena was fond of the cakes in Gondolia. This one that he was giving over to Yotsuyu looked even better than any of those.

Hendrik noticed that she had moved closer to him and was leaning against him. He didn't mind, she was always free to be as close as she wanted to. He just couldn't say those words because they weren't proper things to say to a lady as he was a knight. He dared to give her a slight smile at her questions. "I believe it is a clear case of both of those things."

He nodded to the question about the cider and was careful to keep his food upright. And he would make sure that he didn't eat everything in case Yotsuyu wanted to partake of anything on his plate. In truth though, he'd give her every last bite if she wanted it.

"That is a challenge I will accept; however, you do underestimate my sweet tooth..." Her palate had matured a bit; she was not like to accept dango as she had when she was the childlike Tsuyu, but she still loved her sweets...

She looked up at Hendrik, then, brows arching. "I do not think my simple fare holds up to some of the delicacies you can find here! Though I suppose you are not so fond of said delicacies, hmm?" Not that she had ever seen Hendrik in much of a formal situation, save at the ball, and that was more relaxed than many of the places even she had been in her life.

Yotsuyu leaned away only long enough to get the hard cider she'd secreted away, as well as the pair of earthenware mugs that were meant for it. She poured Hendrik half, and the rest into her own mug, before handing it over to him. Once she had a hand free, she patted his leg gently.

"You eat what you like. If there's anything left over, and I feel peckish, I certainly know where the food is--as if I do not have cake as well!"

"If you need more cake I will go and get it. However, if I have to get back up to fetch it, then I will feed it to you." It had been something he'd wanted to do, but good manners forbade it. However, if Yotsuyu was in a challenging sort of mood, then he would only indulge her with small challenges such as that one.

The purple head shook. "I am only interested in food as a means to an end. I do not find joy in it as you do. But due to this, I am fond of your cooking." Hendrik turned away and tried to eat to give her time to get mad or walk or something because he was afraid he'd just said way too much.

He felt her move away but then realized she was getting the cider. The knight gratefully accepted and was surprised at the pat to his leg. He smiled a little and took a drink of the cider before continuing to eat, wondering what was going through Yotsuyu's mind.

"Oh, Hendrik. I promise you, my dear, I do not need more cake." Now, want more cake? Perhaps, but if she indulged in such things too often, she'd end up more like a mochi in appearance than she wanted to think about! But it was sweet of him to offer to go get her more.

"If we share this piece of cake, mayhap you'll get the chance." She hadn't missed his remark on feeding her by any means. Though she shook her head at his next words, almost sadly. "Hendrik, there are so few pleasures in life, why not take what joy you can in food? Not to excess, of course--we do have to keep our girlish figures!" she teased. "Though I suppose if you do take pleasure in my cooking, perhaps I ought to do more of it for you. Lunch together, or some such." Her tone had taken on a musing note, and she tapped a finger against her chin, thoughtfully.

"So inscrutable. At least I can get you to smile, betimes." Yotsuyu shook her head a little, and took a sip of her own cider, watching him over the rim of her mug. Even as he wondered about her thoughts, she wondered about his in turn. Though she was likely to ask--save for the fact that she didn't wish to interrupt him while he ate.

His blue eyes glittered with amusement at her agreeing to his little feeding game. But that was about all she was going to get. Hendrik didn't want to cross any lines or get his hopes up. "Any food I have gets worked off daily against Eleven." It was true, he worked out with his students after dealing with the Luminary daily, after his classes.

Youtsuyu's words about cooking for him had the knight eyeing her carefully. "I have no wish to have you overextend yourself on my account. And I would help before you cook for me." On that he was firm. He'd either help or he wasn't eating. It wasn't fair to make her do all of the cooking and he just lazily sat there without helping in some form or fashion.

Seeing those eyes peeking out at him over the rim of the cup had him turn away because his face was turning red.

That tidbit of information from Hendrik--that he worked out against Eleven and thus worked off what he ate--surprised Yotsuyu not at all--she was fairly certain she'd met Eleven during one of those sessions, if memory served. So she nodded at Hendrik's words, though she couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"When have you ever known me to overextend myself, ever?" She arched an inquisitive ebony brow at him, lips pursed. "Help how, with supplies or some such, as you've done before?" It wasn't as if he couldn't clean up after--wash the dishes or some such. Hendrik had never struck her as someone who considered himself too good to accomplish a task.

But then he turned away, cheeks reddening. What in the seven hells had she said? Yotsuyu was confused--she hadn't thought she'd offended him somehow, or said something to otherwise embarrass him.

"Hendrik?" she asked, patting at his leg again.

The assistance was something he definitely would do. "That seems fair." And he'd help clean up as well. Sharing in the work that it took to prepare a meal and after was very important. Hendrik hadn't responded to the question about overextending, because he'd thought she'd gone well out of her way the time she had herself, Eleven, Jecht and himself there.

Looking back at her when Yotsuyu patted his leg, the knight looked a little surprised. He knew she wanted to know what he was thinking or something. But it had been the look in her eyes when she gazed at him and before he returned such a gaze, he'd turned away.

Knowing he was going to get questioned, Hendrik couldn't figure out how to get out of this particular situation with words. "Yes?"

Was he playing coy? Despite her extensive experience (desired or not) with men, he confounded her now, and Yotsuyu furrowed her brows at him.

"What in the seven hells did I say?" It was not as if he normally turned crimson as the licking flames of the bonfire, after all. "I did not mean to embarrass you..."

She frowned a bit, confused, and wracked her brain for something she might ask the knight that would not have Hendrik hurrying away. Not much came immediately to mind--oh surely she could ask about Jasper, but like as not that would have him sealing his lips entirely, and Yotsuyu really did not want to lance old wounds at the moment.

"What was your childhood like?" Surely his had to be better than hers, she thought...

How could he explain it was the look she gave him? And then he'd have to explain what the look looked like. His head turned away. "It was nothing, please do not trouble yourself. The fault is mine" How could he tell her without making it sound like he was blaming her for it? There just wasn't a way, so he'd take the blame.

The question gave him pause though and he looked at the ground thoughtfully. "The truth is that I lost everyone in my hometown. I was brought to Heliodor as a child and trained as a knight." He wasn't sure what else to add at the moment because a thought entered his mind and he was trying his very best to shake it.

"Oh." Yotsuyu was not happy about Hendrik's non-answer when she'd asked what she'd said...and when he relayed the tale of his childhood, she frowned. "Ah. Clearly I have stuck my foot in it again." Displeased was certainly not the word.

"You know my parents died of sickness when I was but a child--it was my aunt and uncle who became my stepparents and adopted me. That was bad enough, but their treatment of me certainly did not improve after Asahi was born."

It was the least offensive and horrific way she could think of to describe it. And it was not a good thing either...but at least that far, she could understand the sorrow of losing one's family, if not the entire village one had grown up in...

Hendrik shook his head and hesitantly reached a hand out to gently and briefly touch Yotsuyu's shoulder. "You could not have known." He never would blame her for not knowing something.

When she spoke of her childhood, this time he frowned. Her family was the reason he'd bought her the knife that he saw hanging from her belt. It was self defense certainly and the knight had faith in Yotsuyu's abilities to defend herself. Certainly her mastery of magic proved that.

The knife was also a means to help her defend herself until he could reach her. Not that she couldn't more than protect herself but it was the way that Hendrik showed that he cared.

"No, I suppose I could not. And yet I wanted to know. I do want to know about you. We do not talk much about...our pasts." Though truly, Yotsuyu had fairly admitted everything to Hendrik--and let him listen to her, as he did, and never pried into his own past, letting him take shelter in his inscrutability.

Clearly, she should not continue to do that, but Yotsuyu did not want to do more in the way of lancing old wounds. She was still curious about Hendrik's past, and about Jasper and what that one had meant, but now did not seem the time. The younger students were quieting as they rested, and most of the noise now was simply the snapping and popping of wood as the bonfire burned.

Blue green eyes looked at Yotsuyu and he shook his head. "No, but if that would help you understand me better than I am open to discussing it." Hendrik wouldn't deny Yotsuyu anything, even if that meant delving into his past and the people he'd known. It wasn't going to be easy, but if it was something that meant that much to her, he'd do it.

He took a sip of his cider and pondered, enjoying the silence and peace around them. Though for some reason the knight wondered if Yotsuyu wanted to go over this now, the air seemed heavy with it.

Looking back over at her, Hendrik nodded. "Is that something that you wish to discuss now?"

"No. The night is nice; I do not want to ruin such peace with a topic that is clearly painful for the both of us." While it was not the first time that Yotsuyu passed on such a discussion, it was for similar reasons. This was a pleasant time, and a celebration, even if it had not been such a personal one as when they'd celebrated her nameday. She was not about to mar this night, either.

So she simply moved a bit closer to him. "Tell me then, has Eleven's swordplay improved since his disappearance? He mentioned that he had spent months back on Erdrea...and in your presence, as odd as that seems to me." Considering Hendrik had still been here! "I figure no one would know his skill so well as you, considering how you two train together." As he'd mentioned. Yotsuyu wanted to turn the conversation to more pleasant topics, and they both at least were fond of the Luminary and saw him as no less than their son. Even if neither of them were his parents, proper.

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