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[pretty_weena]

It's spring! it's always spring where she used to live, and always flowers, but the flowers here are all different, exciting, all pretty and different from the ones she remembers, all sorts of colours. She has the pockets of her golden dress filled with them, Jik's earring around one of her tiny wrists, and she is looking for her Important People

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[primate_grin]

It's fairly hard to miss Jik in this place, if you're looking for him; and eventually he can be found somewhere along the path that circles the lake, on what is no doubt a completely innocent sightseeing stroll.

[pretty_weena]

Weena lets out a little cry of happiness and runs down the path to him barefoot, calling out to halt him.

[primate_grin]

He turns, a deceptively lazy movement. Only when he recognizes her does he break into a smile. "So you've come to find me," he says in his own language, since she doesn't seem to understand his Compact pidgin even as well as most humans. "What have you got, there?"

[pretty_weena]

She reaches into her pockets and offers him slightly crumpled daffodils, crane's foot, early primrose and pussywillow, grape hyacinth, ordinary hyacinth.

[primate_grin]

He watches her carefully for a minute, and then puts out his cupped hands to receive them, momentarily as earnest as she.

[pretty_weena]

She fills them eagerly, as bright as spring.

[primate_grin]

Bright flowers, strange, wonderful flowers. He takes them with great care, his dark eyes bright with interest.

[pretty_weena]

Weena knows where there are Easter lillies, too! She puts a hand on his arm, hoping he'll follow.

[primate_grin]

"What's that?" He looks at her quizzically, and offers back a daffodil.

[pretty_weena]

She laughs, a little golden peal, shakes her head, and runs a little way up the path, talking at him.