Touching the Ground
[Fred's outside, talking a walk along the edges of the Caste grounds. Unconsciously her steps start to outline the shape of a familiar diamond. At least to her. She stops, armed crossed as she puts together one invisible piece after the other]
It just occurred to me it's baseball season. Somehow it doesn't feel right without my folks yelling at the tv. In the sense that daddy's yelling at the game, and mama is yelling at him to keep his own yelling down.
[She misses that. It it evident just how much she misses that?]
I always meant to invite them to L.A. to take in a game. Especially once we got access to those corporate box seats....
[Off that thought, Fred moves to sit cross-legged in the summer grass and jot down some more specific notes]
How are you doing, after everything?
I think I promised you lunch sometime. You'll have to let me know when it's a good time.
How's the outside world treating you?
((OOC: So open like an open thing. You can even trip over her!))
It just occurred to me it's baseball season. Somehow it doesn't feel right without my folks yelling at the tv. In the sense that daddy's yelling at the game, and mama is yelling at him to keep his own yelling down.
[She misses that. It it evident just how much she misses that?]
I always meant to invite them to L.A. to take in a game. Especially once we got access to those corporate box seats....
[Off that thought, Fred moves to sit cross-legged in the summer grass and jot down some more specific notes]
How are you doing, after everything?
I think I promised you lunch sometime. You'll have to let me know when it's a good time.
How's the outside world treating you?
((OOC: So open like an open thing. You can even trip over her!))