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[magical_bosom]

Characters: Amber (magical_bosom) and OPEN
Date/Time: 25 to 26 August 2011, any time in the day
Location: Adventurers HQ/ the Bazaar/ the Farm/ Wellspring Island/ Section Two
Rating: PG
Summary: Amber goes about her day. Come bother her say hello? [ooc: Just jot down time and place for a thread, I'll go from there. ♥]

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Parth, afternoon of the 26th

[feathered_earth]

It was both hot and humid on this particular day, and Krile's visit to her garden was less about weeding or pruning than it was about simply going to be with the plants. She didn't care about any of the dayflowers or sorrels spreading themselves out around the roses and spiderworts.

She just tipped her flat straw hat back to catch a bit of sun as she sat there, vaguely wondering if she ought to call Havoc for a ride, or even just to stay in his cave for a bit. It felt strange and uncomfortable to still be doing daily things when she knew that the Sphere was in danger of destruction and that the opposing force to that was probably the worse evil.

But without knowing a way to safely destroy Fugue or deal with the Exile, Krile wasn't physically able to do more than what she already did. At least there were cleverer people than her working on this too--if she couldn't figure it out, one of them probably could.

She looked back around the Park and spotted a silver-haired woman some ways off. Krile waved and called "Hello!" almost automatically, just thinking that it'd be nice to talk to someone.

[magical_bosom]

The heat had driven Amber to seek the shade of the Park as well. Her small house faced south and had been outright stuffy by the time she returned from work. She had taken a few precious sheets of paper--brought from a vendor in the Bazaar, originating in a Wilderness--and her inks with her, but instead of sketching plants she had ended up napping on a bench in the slightly cooler shadow of an old maple tree.

As she stirred and took off the scarf she'd tied on her head to keep away the sun, about to re-fold and don it again, a bright young voice made her pause.

"Good afternoon!" she called back, gesturing for the girl to come closer if she wished. There was room on the bench for another, certainly, and one did not shun a friendly face.

[feathered_earth]

Well, why not? Krile rose and brushed plant litter off of the knee-high blue leggings of her ninja gear. Now that the woman answered, she did seem like someone Krile had seen before, in passing but not long enough to know her name or remember just where it was she'd seen her. But she did stand out in Krile's memory as being one of the older residents... not that she'd say it.

She headed over, feeling somewhat better when she crossed into the shade. Maybe she'd been in the sun a touch too long. Still, Krile gave the woman a pleasant smile. "Hi there. Are you taking an afternoon off?"

[magical_bosom]

Ah, now her face fit into place in Amber's memory. She was the somewhat unlikely proprietor of the Weapons Tree, where Amber had once visited to buy herself an ironshod quarterstaff. It might not be much of a weapon, and her days were mostly spent doing paperwork, not venturing into the field, but since recovering her memory she had wished to see how it fit in her hand. It had fit well enough, for all that her sprightlier years were unquestionably behind her.

"I'm trying to escape the sun," she said amicably. "The Park is at least a little cooler than the office. If my memory serves me right, you might be Krile?"