In The Courtyard

Oct 16, 2007 00:04

As Marian let the arrows slide between her fingers, through the bow that was after so many years just an extension of her being, she couldn't help feeling restless. Her great love of Ingress not withstanding, she was beholden to whatever teacher the little girl had run off to have her next class with. The arrows landed with a hard thwack sound each ( Read more... )

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young_tmriddle October 16 2007, 23:46:37 UTC
"Pardon me for interrupting," he says with a nod. "And do please call me Tom."

She looks very much engrossed in her practice, so he walks to her other side, giving her plenty of space.

"I'm just out for a bit of crisp air. Don't mind me."

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queenofmay October 17 2007, 01:24:16 UTC
Marian considered the target, but her eyes followed him round the edge of the courtyard. Eventually her shoulders dropped, along with her bow, which she extracted her arrow from.

"You are done with your business for the day?"

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young_tmriddle October 17 2007, 02:35:00 UTC
"More or less. We might need to attend to something later, but for the moment, there's a lull."

He stops, hands in pockets. "You know, we think this courtyard is from the 18th century. It must have ceased existing in the Topside during a very good year. The weather is nearly always exceptionally fine."

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queenofmay October 17 2007, 02:59:19 UTC
Her restlessness had not abated but she had long ago cultivated a patience that could outlast near anything. Her gaze took in her location, more fully to be finally seeing it than simply accepting it as the location which held her.

"Do the places always maintain the atmosphere from the time they came from, more than simply the look and things which were inside them at the time?"

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