"That's fine; I'd like you to bring them." He followed easily, arms folding over his chest as he watched her, speaking quietly after a moment. "How do you like it here, so far?"
Naminé had to be curious about what Marluxia was up to. The last time he'd had her bring her art supplies with her when he wanted to talk to her was at Castle Oblivion. Suspicions were rising within her mind. She continued down the hallway without saying anything about what she was thinking. "It's a wonderful world," she said. "So many people are here and there's so many things to do here. It's..." she hesitated. "It's a nice change to what I've known."
Marluxia's response was a faint smile as he glanced at her. "I'm glad to hear that... it is rather pleasant here, isn't it? Plenty of fascinating people... and plenty of room for my garden."
Naminé gave a light nod, surprised that Marluxia wasn't upset or offended by her subtle remark on Castle Oblivion. Sure, she hadn't outright said that this place was better than the castle, but really, what else had she known? "I've seen the gardens recently," she said. "They're looking lovely."
Just because she was a bit frightened of Marluxia still didn't mean that she couldn't compliment him. She did like him, despite everything that had gone on.
Considering Marluxia's current change of heart - pun unintended - he bore the slight to Castle Oblivion far better than he would have at the beggining of his stay here. Regaining his heart, for as brief a period of time as it had been, had given him much to think about... and regret.
He was pleased by the compliment, though, and didn't hesitate to show it, smiling a tad smugly. "Thank you. I'm pleased with how they're coming along; plus there's ample oppertunity to experiment..."
As they talked, Naminé remembered how the two of them had been before everything had gone down. She had missed just being able to talk and be friends with Marluxia and talking to him now reminded her of those days. It made her relax a bit, really.
Upon reaching her room, Naminé opened the door and stepped in. "I'll be back out in a moment," she said. She turned and went deeper into the room. After a moment, true to her word, she came back out, her sketchbook and pencils in her arms.
He nodded as she entered the room, giving her a brief smile. "No rush." It wasn't as if it was going anywhere, after all - if there was any reason to hurry it was only because Marluxia was anxious to have Namine's reaction.
He smiled at her again, fleeting, when she reappeared, uncrossing his arms and pushing off from the wall. "Shall we go, then?"
"Just lead the way," Naminé said. She'd follow Marluxia, if only out of curiosity to see what it was that he was so intent on showing her and out of respect for someone she still cared about.
He gave her a half smile, moving to do so. "I'm sure you're curious as to what this is about... bear with me for a little longer. It would ruin it if I told you about it before hand."
Naminé nodded. "Alright. I'll wait, then." She closed the door to her room and began to follow Marluxia as he moved.
It wasn't far to the gardens themselves, and Marluxia led her to the very edge before stopping, smiling faintly again. "Now... do you trust me enough to close your eyes for a moment, Namine?" If not, he'd simply take her there, but he rather thought the effect would be better this way.
She hesitated, then. Not quite sure of how much she trusted Marluxia, Naminé kept her eyes open. She wanted to trust him again, she really did. Thus, a first step towards regaining that trust needed to be made. After a moment, she nodded her head and let her eyes fall shut.
He watched her, quiet and not pushing for a decision - this was up to her, not him. He wanted to make amends, yes, but he wasn't going to ask more of Naimne than she was willing to give; he owed her that much, at the least. A faint smile appearing again as she complied, he reached down and gently took her hand in a loose grip, leading her forward into the garden. He was silent a moment as they walked, before halting and speaking quietly after a moment. "Now... open your eyes."
He'd spent quite a bit of time on this area, and was rather proud of it. Most of the flowers were his own hybrid creations, and the one most prominantly featured was a delicate white blossom, almost star-shaped - when the light hit the petals, they almost seemed to shine, bathing the small clearing in an almost golden glow. He was particularly proud of that particular flower... there were others there, as well, splashes of color blending together in a soft, quiet sort of way. He watched her with a faint smile, waiting for her reaction.
When Marluxia told her to open her eyes, she did so, slowly. She knew she was in the garden, her nose catching the floral scents all around her. Her eyes widened as she took in the sights of the garden. She couldn't hold back an awed gasp as she looked around.
"Oh, my," Naminé breathed. She stepped further into the gardens, the glow from the flowers reflecting off the white dress she wore. "This...is amazing." She approached a bunch of flowers and let her fingers wander cautiously over the petals.
Pleased with the reaction, Marluxia was content to watch her for a moment, tone pleased and faintly amused when he spoke. "I haven't named them yet. Would you like to...?"