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[bawroo]

[This one sleeps, oblivious to the topic of this particular night, curled up and hidden between the exposed roots of an ancient tree.]

[wigglesalong]

[ Not wanting to wake her suddenly or alarm her, Tristan simply wanders forwards a little, until he is several metres away from Blue. Quietly, he plops down to sit on the ground, tugging a little impatiently at his tie, loosening it, crossing his legs. His eyes quickly trail away from Blue, however, and to the tree; it looks so aged, beautiful. He rather wants to lay his hands on the bark, see if he can listen to it, but he's going to wait until Blue wakes up before traipsing around the tree and being a massive tree hugger. ]

[bawroo]

[She prolongs her slumber, still absent from the world, quiet and relaxed, back going up and down slowly.

Blue wakes when she flickers her ears, turning them back and straight up, opening her eyes shortly after. She lifts her head lazily to see who approaches. Her blue eyes seem even more striking in the dark.]

[wigglesalong]

[ He waves a floppy hand, smiling goofily. ]

Hello, Blue. [ he tilts his head ] Did you sleep well?

[bawroo]

[A woman stands now, smoothing out her jacket before she places her hands at her sides, fingers curling around the hem of her sleeves.]

Tristan. [she smiles pleasantly, always happy to see him, hopping down onto the soil to place herself closer to him. Her hands go in her pockets and she nods quietly.] How are you?