Once upon a time, there was a girl...
Who: tehoniongirl, list_to_port, and anyone else who joins them later at House Seven.
What: Jack's searching pays off.
When: Early Friday evening
Where: The woods/marauding bridge, first. House Seven, later.
Summary: Jilly returns from her mallynap safe and sound...and slightly smaller.
Rating: K, for kittens and rainbows and anklebiters, oh my!
The mud squelched under Jilly's bare feet as she walked along the river bank. Squish, squish, squish. It worked it's way up between her toes and tugged at her feet so that each step ended with a popping noise as she pulled free. Even though she hadn't been trying, mud had worked it's way up over her ankles, flecks of brown against pale skin, but it hadn't managed to reach the pristine, white sundress she was wearing. It hadn't touched her hands or her curls, both remarkably free of the paint specks that usually adorned them. She was healthy and, from her giggle as the mud gave a particularly loud sucking noise, happy...and completely uninjured.
She also appeared to be little more than a toddler, hovering somewhere between four and five years old. If she'd noticed anything odd about her surroundings, she didn't seem very bothered by this fact.
[Prose and action tags are both welcome. Jack is set to find her, but feel free to throw in tags for House Seven later on. Replies for Jilly will come from unlayered]
What: Jack's searching pays off.
When: Early Friday evening
Where: The woods/marauding bridge, first. House Seven, later.
Summary: Jilly returns from her mallynap safe and sound...and slightly smaller.
Rating: K, for kittens and rainbows and anklebiters, oh my!
The mud squelched under Jilly's bare feet as she walked along the river bank. Squish, squish, squish. It worked it's way up between her toes and tugged at her feet so that each step ended with a popping noise as she pulled free. Even though she hadn't been trying, mud had worked it's way up over her ankles, flecks of brown against pale skin, but it hadn't managed to reach the pristine, white sundress she was wearing. It hadn't touched her hands or her curls, both remarkably free of the paint specks that usually adorned them. She was healthy and, from her giggle as the mud gave a particularly loud sucking noise, happy...and completely uninjured.
She also appeared to be little more than a toddler, hovering somewhere between four and five years old. If she'd noticed anything odd about her surroundings, she didn't seem very bothered by this fact.
[Prose and action tags are both welcome. Jack is set to find her, but feel free to throw in tags for House Seven later on. Replies for Jilly will come from unlayered]