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[Rosella is sitting in one of the quieter, more secluded parts of the beach, perched comfortably atop a fairly large outcropping of rock and silhouetted against the rapidly setting sun. Her hair drifts lightly in the evening breeze as she settles back onto her hands and crosses her legs at the ankles, apparently
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He hasn't been in the water but his hair is wet with spray, salt and sand flecking his skin, with his bare knees and calves having accumulated the worst of it. It's a far cry from the buttoned down (if brightly coloured) appearances he keeps up at the office, right down to the bare feet kicking up the beach as he jogs along the tideline. He doesn't notice he's in company until he hears it, looking up and around to find the source.]
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Oh, hello! Is that you, Dr. Chase?
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This is probably a bad place for the 'just some guy who looks like me' joke, right? [He gestures towards the flute, or the hand still holding it.] Don't tell me that one's popular in your world, too.
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[She slides over closer to the edge of the outcropping as he approaches, letting her legs dangle off the side and replacing her flute securely across her lap once again.]
Greensleeves is the anthem of my father's court, so it's one of my favorites. I'm told it's not nearly so popular in other places, though--something about being stuffy and old-fashioned, I think it was?
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[Leaning both hands against the rock he stretches his arms out, rolling his shoulders lightly.]
I assume it's not based on the same subject matter.
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I suppose so, but it's tradition to have it the way that it is. It's been that way since before my father was king, even, and I think even before King Edward, too. Besides, it's a pretty tune, don't you think?
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It is pretty. Are you thinking about home?
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Having all the pieces only matters if you're trying to match your puzzle to the picture on the box. If you don't know what the picture is yet, getting two or three right might be enough to help you figure it out.
[And, pause. Metaphors are contagious things.]
Does that make sense?
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[And that makes for such a ridiculous extension of the metaphor that she can't help but laugh, tipping her head back to regard the sky for a moment before looking back to Chase.]
And I know that didn't make much sense at all, did it.
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I think I can follow. You're trying to make what you've got make sense when you put it with the rest. Can I come up?
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And even if I don't get anywhere with this puzzle of mine, it's still a nice night for getting out and thinking. Summer's gone by fast, hasn't it?
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[Well he doesn't quite hop but gets a footing on a lower part of the rock and pulls himself up on the heels of his hands, twisting to get a seat next to her. Now he can see the debris of her thoughts, over to the other side.]
Especially when you're on schoolies. December was always over before it began. Now I take most of my time off in the winter.
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[She looks intrigued, and perhaps a bit tentative; Chase does like to make jokes, and it's not unusual for them to go over her head, so she's not entirely sure if he's teasing her now, or if he really means it.]
Then it must not be unusual for you at all when the City reverses the seasons every year, mm?
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