"What a beautiful sight, I almost thought I stumbled upon a mirror." Her oldie female voice trampled the silence.
Yuna looked down to meet the chubby old dwarf's gaze, but she saw no orbs, her eyes were pure white. She realized she was blind, but the odd thing was that she knew she was standing there. What do those statements of hers even mean?
"Oh, Miss Deyonne, me and my friends came to buy some stuff," Zyair uttered as he approached Deyonne. Since Deyonne finally took a glance at Yuna, he wanted to know what she saw.
What kind of color does Yuna literally have?
"My, Zyair my boy, you are glowing brightly today." Deyonne happily exclaimed when she realized who owned the voice that uttered her name.
"Huh, don't say something like that at loud." Zyair panicked and pushed her somewhere. Yuna took a step to her side, giving both a path.
Yuna watched them walk towards a door on the left, she was speechless. She noticed that Deyonne was as small as Dale, indeed blind but aware of her surroundings. No wonder this old woman does not need some people to help her, she guessed, for the shop was empty and seemingly one person was handling it.
"You're quite a pushy today too." Deyonne laughed as Zyair aided her to enter a room. In fact, this was the first time to see him acting like this. It was making her wonder.
"Ugh, not now grandma," He gritted his teeth from the awkwardness. He looked back to see Yuna and Dale's confused face.
"You two can look around, I will accompany Miss Deyonne for a moment." He exclaimed at Yuna and Dale before closing the door, leaving them behind.
"Odd," Yuna muffled with confusion and decided to start looking around with Dale beside her. The place was full of unseen energies that she could feel. Radiation, it was more likely coming from the stumps of colorful crystals on the shelves.
"Hmm," She curiously hummed.
After Zyair closed the wooden door, he leaned his back and took a sigh. He was never this embarrassed before.
"Nan na na-naaah," Deyonne happily sung as she strolled towards a seat by the window to watch the beautiful garden outside, something like that. Zyair stood straight; draw near her to help her took a seat. He knelt in front of her as he rested his left hand on the wooden arm of the chair.
"Grandma, I heard you said she has a beautiful soul. I was wondering, what did you actually saw?" Zyair generally asked, hoping she understood what he meant.
"What I saw is a beauty." She exclaimed, "Her soul is quite rare though that I rarely see such." She paused for a minute. "The color is as of the night,"
If truth be told, she too was surprised by what she just found. To be honest, to her, it wasn't a pretty color that she pitied the person who owned such dull-painted spirit.
"Is of the night, you mean black, right? Does that imply something 'evil'?" Zyair's voice grew louder as his worry reached the brim. He never considered such a possibility solely because to him, Yuna doesn't look like a lost soul corrupted by the darkness or evil. To him, she's indeed a rare being, where she would rather choose to wander around, make herself be astonished by the new things she found.
To him, she was nothing, nothing but an innocent girl who loves to watch the stars at night.
Well, Deyonne, who's seemingly aware of his overt concern, softly chuckled at his unthought-of statement. Like, what was making the wise man fool?
"My, how come you think so lowly today, my boy?" She wiped the beads of tears that managed to creep out of her pale and dull eyes as she looked at a ball of glowing blue light in front of her, it's Zyair's.
"The Light does not equate Good, and the darkness does not equate Evil. Much may not think that way, but not to a true wonderer. One who stayed too long in the dark would appreciate every little thing that shines while the one who stayed on the light would be blinded. Thus, a soul as of the night sky is like a canvas, it's never too late to paint it back to life." She finished with a smile.
Darkness is nothing but emptiness.
She watched the young blue soul glitter with happiness; she seemed to have washed away his distress; it made her day.
He stayed silent, still finding the right words to even express his happiness. He could shout it out loud or even eat a mountain of her grandma's plain cookies that he once hated until he's entirely obese.
He's happy because she's safe. Yuna's safe. He's felt happy for her -----but then, doubts…
Doubts were then creeping in, cramming his mind. He cannot stop from thinking about it and there, what if?
What if her grandma was wrong all along? What if darkness was nothing but---
"Now I know why you are glowing so brightly---" She managed to say, but Zyair immediately cut her off, asking himself why she even had the time to attack him, specifically his feelings.
"Nah, not with that again grandma, you know me well enough when it comes to this stuff." He narrowed his magenta gaze, but his ample annoyance only made her smile with delight.
She's not his biological grandma, but Zyair spent his childhood thinking she was. She was always there by his side, guiding him through his young days until he became someone she's proud of.
"My boy is growing so fast," Her wrinkles curled as she smiled. She loves this guy as her own grandson. Zyair never failed to brighten up her days. Those lonely days she has before she met this kid became nothing but a hazy dream. Their happy times together happened so fast, like a blink of an eye, that she could still remember it all too well.
---That it does not give justice to all the long lonely days that she faced.
Deyonne lifted her wrinkled and chubby hand and softly patted his lavender head.
"Zyair, it's not bad to doubt, but you think too much about the uncertainties. I hope you still remember what it felt like to trust and to be trusted by someone because if you don't, that would be a colossal mistake." She harshly stroked his hair, messing it up while Zyair only pouted from how she still sees her as a child.
Well, he almost, actually. The thought of people not trusting him almost led him to do the same until he met friends.
"You might as well paint that canvas as soon as possible, kid," Deyonne exclaimed, making him freeze in disbelief.
"Nah, I love you too much to even take your advice," He sarcastically uttered with his same narrowed eyes. Streaks of romance weren't his things. He loves wisdom enough to even live without it. [Romance]
After all, Omri already managed to fill that void once and he could just do it again, right?
It's not like he doesn't like her, but he's not deeply attracted to her either. He already made himself cognizant that he wouldn't.
---and never again.