Crochet Class: Final Knot

Cayde glanced up from the Vanguard conference table. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite hunter!” “Cayde.” Alia replied. “You say that to all the Hunters.” “Doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” He laughed. “So what can I…Hey, where you going?” Commander Zavala looked up as the Hunter approached him, professional mask in place, though Cayde could swear that his eyes sparkled a little more than usual as he watched her. The Vanguard commander straightened, lacing his hands behind his back. “Guardian?” Cayde sensed Ikora trying to get his attention. He glanced over to see her widening her eyes at him. “This should be good.” She mouthed. Cayde turned back around just in time to see the Hunter rummage under her cloak, finally coming up with a package wrapped in brown paper and tied with an orange ribbon. She presented it to the Commander, whose eyebrows had climbed up his forehead. “Happy Dawning.” She announced, dead serious. “Ah, I appreciate the thought, but the Dawning…” The Commander started...something about the look on her face made him stumble over his words. He finished nearly on a mumble. “Months ago.” “I just finished it.” She told him, still holding out the gift. Zavala glanced around. More guardians had gathered, and Cayde could see even Shaxx had emerged from behind his table to get a better look. “It’s impolite to refuse a Dawning gift.” Ikora pointed out. Zavala threw her a look that, for him, was nearly frantic. He unfolded his hands from behind his back and accepted the package. The Hunter took a step back, hands fussing with the edges of her cloak. “You want me to open it [i]now[/i]?” He demanded. Her reply was a firm nod. Cayde leaned on the table to get a better look, exchanging a glance and a wink with his ghost. “As you will.” Zavala said stoutly, setting the package on the table and untying the ribbon. Everyone held their breath as the paper fell back, even Cayde, and he didn’t breathe. Everything about the Commander seemed to soften as he reached down and picked up the contents, unfurling it to reveal a blanket crocheted of blue yarn with silver threads running through it. In the middle was the image of a double-headed eagle, the same image that graced Zavala’s armor, but in orange, rather than red. He looked up at the blushing Hunter, speechless. “Better than a sweater?” She challenged. In reply he released one corner of the blanket and reached out to hold her close. “We have an audience.” Alia murmured. Zavala glanced around as though he had, for a moment, forgotten where he was. He smiled. Cayde gaped. He actually[i] smiled [/i]before offering one corner of the blanket for the Hunter to hold. She caught on fast and suddenly there was a crocheted barrier between them and the onlookers. Someone cheered and it took a second for Cayde to realize that it was him. Spontaneous applause broke out and Cayde looked around to find that Alia’s fireteam was there, Herro whistling and Knight with his eyes rolled sky ward. Cayde shook his head. “Crochet. Who knew?” He commented to his ghost. “Get a room!” He called, cupping his hands before his mouth. Light laughter, rather breathless, sounded from behind the crocheted wall. The blanket dipped just enough for Zavala to fix Cayde with a brilliant blue glare. All, for the moment, was right with the world, Cayde mused, mentally going over the list of Guardians who now owed him a [i]lot[/i] of glimmer. --- A/N: And there we stand. Bit of a fluff to start off with. I plan on doing more with Minotaur, on their input of course, though I regret ever letting them read this. [i]Even if[/i] they're in it. (Herro says [i]he'd [/i]be the one to say 'get a room') Master List: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1371758/226373948/0/0