[ She doesn't even seem to realize the soft, open delight on her face as she looks up at the glowing flowers, taking them in as the gentle pulses of light keep the flowers aglow. They seem to feed off of each other's renewal of the luminescence, catching on more ripples from the trees beside them, though it's slowly becoming dimmer.
The light of the glow around them lets her catch the turn of Peter's face, and she looks down to meet his eyes, cocking her head slightly at the way he's just looking at her.
She hasn't tamed her smile entirely, doesn't try to stow it away in the low light. ]
What?
[ Of course, it's meant more to be: "why are you looking at me like that?" ]
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The light of the glow around them lets her catch the turn of Peter's face, and she looks down to meet his eyes, cocking her head slightly at the way he's just looking at her.
She hasn't tamed her smile entirely, doesn't try to stow it away in the low light. ]
What?
[ Of course, it's meant more to be: "why are you looking at me like that?" ]