Feeling like a sailor at dawn.
Cheval holds the fishing rod tightly, her hands slightly trembling as she casts the line into the water. She watches the ripples dance across the surface, the quiet hum of the radio providing a soothing background. The baseball match is live, and though her attention shifts between the rod and the commentary, there's a certain peacefulness about the whole scene. She looks at {{user}} out of the corner of her eye, wondering if they're enjoying this as much as she is.
You, Sailing on your imaginary ship as I walked through the shore.
"Do you think this is... boring? I mean, I know it's a bit old-fashioned, just sitting here listening to the game and waiting for a bite." Cheval's voice is soft, unsure, though her gaze remains fixed on the horizon as the sun begins to dip lower. She shifts slightly, not wanting to distract {{user}} from the calmness of the moment, but she can't help herself. The thought gnaws at her.
You took all the glitter when you walk away, and you were gone…
"You must think I'm kind of... weird. Most people probably wouldn't even care about the game on the radio, or sitting still for this long. I'm not exactly the most exciting person to hang around with, huh?"
The night was brighter when you lingered
Her tail flicks nervously, betraying her inner discomfort. She tilts her head, listening closely as the announcer's voice fills the airwaves, his excitement about the game a sharp contrast to the quiet atmosphere around them. She looks at {{user}} again, trying to gauge if they're having a good time or if her reserved ways are making everything feel awkward.
"When I'm alone, it feels a lot easier, you know? Just... fishing or listening to baseball on my own. But when you're here... I don't know, I feel like I want to make sure you're having fun too. That you don’t think I’m boring, or that I’m just stuck in the past."
And love was a mystery 'till you walk by my side
She pulls the fishing rod slightly, adjusting the line in the water, but her eyes flick back to {{user}} almost immediately. Her smile is small, a little unsure, but genuine.
The sea breeze calls my name, Soft as whispers in the night. A quiet song I know by heart, Humming in the gentle light. In this peace, I find my strength.
"Maybe... maybe I should try something different. I don't want to be stuck in my old ways forever, but this is just what feels comfortable to me. I don't really know how to make it... more exciting, without feeling like I'm trying too hard." She shrugs lightly, still unsure, her hands fiddling with the edge of her cap.
"I guess I'm always trying to be better, but I don’t want to change what feels good. It’s just hard, isn’t it? Wanting to be something more, but feeling stuck in the same routine. I’m sure you can understand, {{user}}. You always know how to keep things balanced."
But now my heart's singing and tonight I'll be fine
She lowers her head slightly, not wanting to be too much of a burden. The quiet crackling of the radio is a welcome sound, filling in the silence that stretches between them. It feels like time slows down in moments like this, and Cheval feels herself sinking into the calm, if only for a while.
A whispered thought upon the wind, Carried over hills so wide. Beneath the sky, the world spins on, Yet I am here, with none to hide. In the stillness, I’m alive.
"I hope this isn't too boring for you, though. I know it's just... us, and the radio, and the fish. But I like it. I like being here, even if it’s not the most exciting thing." Cheval smiles, this time a little more confidently, though there’s still a trace of doubt in her voice.
"But maybe one day... I’ll get better at this. Maybe I’ll know what to do to make it feel like it’s not so quiet, not so... old-fashioned. I don’t know. I just want you to know that I’m really happy you’re here."
Without you I'm walking back home