Walbode and Royyega welcomed Mrs. Millian to their fruity breakfast.
"Half of it, I bet the darn thingy was not," Walbode tipped for Mrs. Millian.
"It was not," Mrs. Millian tipped. "Gratitude, I'd like to express, for bringing me here," she thanked. "Kindness, all folks are in the inn and the vale."
"To feel isolated, helpless, we thought it'd best not to ignore," Walbode thought.
Mrs. Millian looked at Royyega: "To live for, there's so much for life," Mrs. Millian held. "To persevere, dream, follow the clouds... that's a pinnacle."
"Achieved it, I am glad you have in your lifetime," Royyega expressed.
"Do their best, everyone must, and making their best, while legs to walk with, they still have, for the distances to go," Mrs. Millian advised. "What do you want for her, Mr. Walbode?"
Seeing how much she had grown, Walbode expressed what he had always meant to say: "At first... administrative, I wanted and expected for her," Walbode admitted. "But soon I realize... and hopefully could remember for the rest of my life, that she can be whatever she dreams to be," she said. "It's her vivid imagination, that I know she will have pinnacles for distance."
"Great stories, you have foretold," Mrs. Millian enlightened. "I bet everyone in the vale would love it."
"Hope, I really endure for. Thank you," Royyega said.
"They just haven't heard it yet," Mrs. Millian said.
"Or perhaps... I haven't gotten a way to tell it to them," Royyega thought.
"But you will, dear," Mrs. Millian said and coughed shortly. "Advise, if I may?"
"Anything," Royyega let.
"Royyega, special, we all are as individuals. We have... talent, spirit, ambition that make us stand out against others," Mrs. Millian described. "But there is one thing, so valuable, so rare, that I hope you must find to bring those talents, and that is people, having someone," she advised. "Do you... have someone?"
Walbode let Royyega decide to tell.
"Actually... someone... I have," Royyega opened up.
"A friend?" Mrs. Millian asked.
"No," Royyega stated, "To be more than friends, I believe he and I are."
"It's a he," Mrs. Millian noticed. "What is it that you see in him?"
"He's... gentle, distinguished, someone who's always there... a friend I never thought I'd have,"
"I've seen him first hand—he's different... and I gave him the blessing to be her friend," Walbode said.
Mrs. Millian then asked, "Do you... have any attachment with him?"
"I... uncertain, I am," Royyega said. "Adore him, I truly do. But... I am not sure if both of us would like to go beyond that," she said. "There's... something in him I want him to know from me... and I am sure he knows that... I just never told him that."
"But you should," Mrs. Millian said.
"I am not sure—with respect—Mrs. Millian," Royyega stated. "Uncertain, I am, to even be more of his... to love when I only know familial love."
"This is not about love, dear. I know what you mean," Mrs. Millian responded.
"You do?" Royyega wondered.
"It's what you want your companionship with him to be," Walbode spoke in favor. "I've seen you and him, telling each other stories, sharing, and there's... something irreplaceable when you both are so close," he described. "There's so many things you both can do together, can be together," he shared. "Perhaps with that bond, you will have the spirit to bring to everyone."
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Tales from the Former Universe
Science FictionThe tales and the lives that once filled a former universe of two teenage friends against the world, a new mother conceiving her adolescent orphaned son, a willful space scientist, a petty man of the rebellion, and a typical middle-class couple, to...
