"Umm..." As soon as the exchange had been made, Nightingale grabbed Gideon's hand and dragged him from the tent and far away from it, only stopping beside a small ride. As they stopped, Night released his hand and started waving at her face. "God! The way that woman was flirting!" She started to hiss and sputter, her lovely lavender eyes having turned a royal purple. "Ahhh!" She growled, looking up to Gideon. "If anyone ever does that again I'll knock them out where they stand!" She raged, stomping her high-heeled boots.
Gideon chuckled, slipping the head chain into his pocket. "Then we might as well abandon the whole fair and head straight home to save anyone from your wrath!" Now he was laughing so much, the next words nearly didn't escape. "Y-you.... Honestly think! that.... Ahah! That she could hold... a... a candle to you?" He continued to laugh, mostly at her impressive anger. Finally, wiping his eyes and gaining control of his mirth, Gideon said, "I did warn you."
Now he looked around. "Since shopping distresses you, how about the Ferris wheel?"
At Gideon's laughing, Nightingale's eyes widened to the point of puppies and she stopped her stomping. Her gentle hands slid behind her back and she began to dig her heels into the dirt. Her eyes cast away, towards the Ferris wheel. "It would be relaxing..." She muttered, her lips pursed otherwise. "I don't mind shopping... just... I don't like people flirting with people when they're obviously accompanying someone... I mean... It's just rude." She said, her voice very subdued.
Nightingale never took laughter well. Especially when it could be remotely directed as an attack towards her. She knew in her heart that Gideon meant no wrong with his chuckles, but her mind told her that his comedy was simply him finding her actions absurd, and therefore they should be terminated. And Night would terminate them as of now.
Realizing that laughing at her might not have been the best response, Gideon took her hand and started towards the Giant wheel. "We are supposed to be relaxing anyways... Isn't that why we left training?" His smile didn't falter once. Nightingale, in no direct way of saying it, had basically said that this was a date. Dragging them both to the back of the short line for the Ride, Gideon seemed to bounce with joy.
"You know what I love about this Ferris wheel, is that you can see the entire town! It's quite lovely," Very shortly, they embarked into the gondola, and headed up, stopping after just a few seconds to let others board the next gondola. "Wait until the top, the view is stunning."
Nightingale, having been started by Gideon's suddenly extra-bouncy attitude, stumbled along with him and into the Gondola. She sat across from him, distancing the balancing pole of the Gondola between them. "I know we're suppose to be relaxing." She said, looking out over the edge. They were maybe already twenty feet in the air for the moment they had stopped to wait. "I'm just not too good at relaxing. It takes some hard core art or music to relax me." She looked to him and flashed a smile. "Like last night... I felt really good last night. Thank you for letting me sing and show you things. I love to show and tell." She said, smiling and turning her eyes to the setting sun.
It was headed toward the horizon, just as Gideon and Nightingale were headed to the top of the Ferris Wheel. It slowly moved into life once more, rocking them another fifteen feet into the sky. After that, it stopped once more to let others on.
"We could go to an art booth. You pay a fee and you can do pottery, or sculpting, or painting. I don't want you to be stressed, and I'm glad I could make you smile."
Gideon leaned back, looking at the sun sinking into its hilly cot. "Do you see the color of the sky now, Night? The orange, with slightest bits of gold and purple hints in it? That is my favorite color. I get to see it only Once a day. and only for a little while." He sighed, with a peaceful smile.
"It cannot be captured with paints or pencils. It's never quite right...." They reached the top of the Wheel, and it stopped. A lay out of the entire town, like a map, was below them. From the field where they sat on the hill, to the temple. Farther to the crystalline sea way out to the north of the town. Not a cloud blocked the rainbow sky.
Even with all this beauty, high up as they were, the warm breezes on the ground had abandoned them. Gideon didn't seem to notice, or care. instead, he turned his gaze to Nightingale. His ever present smile dimmed and faltered a little.
"Night, I was meaning to ask you. Back at the temple you had a panic attack. Please don't think I'm prying, but it looked like more than what you set it aside to be."
Nightingale sighed and hung her head. "What did I panic about this time?" She asked, raising her eyes and breathing slowly. "I've been known to have them... D*mn my father's genetics. He's prone to panic attacks just like me." She said, looking up to the sky and smiling lightly. "It is beautiful... I wouldn't be surprised if Dad somehow found a way to capture it though. He's done it before." She said, sighing more and shaking her head. "I need to stop talking about him: I'm guessing he was the reason I panicked." She said, turning her small smile to Gideon.
"I..." She started, her eyes seeming to search the air. "My memories sometimes make me panic... I..." She sighed and shook her head. "Honestly, last night after we came home I couldn't sleep. I just kept having attack after attack till I tried to..." She stopped and closed her eyes, a flash of pain having found them. "Its the reason I was so sleepy this morning." She said with a small smile. "I didn't get to sleep till about thirty minutes before you walked in."
GIdeon moved to sit next to her. "I'm sorry I asked then. And sorry I woke you," He smiled, trying to remove NIghtingale's pain with his own emotions. He put his hand on the side of her face, pulling her head to look at him. "I wish I had known sooner. I don't think I could do anything, but..."
Gideon pulled his hand away, looking slightly conflicted as he stared at Night. Almost as if he was making his mind up about something. Then, quite quickly, he leaned in and stole a small kiss. His lips just brushing Nightingale's before pulling back and daring a small smile.
Nightingale, though she did not resist his hands pulling her face to his, tugged back once she had been kissed. She frowned and narrowed her eyes, but said nothing as she turned away from him and looked out over the sunset. "How romantic." She mumbled, pursing her lips and placing her hands over her lap. "Didn't I say something about taking advantage of my insecurities?" She asked, looking to him with darkening eyes, though they held no threats.
"Don't kiss me again." she said, her voice soft and subtle. "I need to focus on finding myself a bit more before I start finding company, alright?" She asked, looking away, then back to him. "You're a really nice person, and you've been helping me with that. For now though, I need to stay... not alone... Things go bad when I'm alone." She said with a gentle giggle and a smile. "But you know what I mean, right? I'm not rejecting you, well, I am but I am not." She said, blushing a bit and looking away.
"I'm not taking advantage of you. I'm telling you I care." His small smile did not leave, or fade when she turned to glare at him. "I won't kiss you again until you ask, I promise."
What Night needed was a friend, and that he was okay with. That she hadn't outright shoved him out of the gondola was hope, and her awkward attempts to explain her rejection was too.
"I am your friend, no matter what more or less you think of me. I promise."
The Ferris wheel had begun to descend, and they were on their way down to disembark.
