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WHO: Ariana and Open!
WHAT: Psychic things! Sort of.
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WHERE: Everywhere.
( here there and everywhere )
WHAT: Psychic things! Sort of.
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WHERE: Everywhere.
( here there and everywhere )
It was the briefest half-second assumption, the kind that happens when one catches something out of the corner of one's eye -- almost before you're done thinking it, you know it has to be wrong. All the same, you can't help it.
Lidia?!
His head jerked down, eyes focusing toward the wavy red hair, the slender face with full lips that had jumped at him from out of the crowd. She was even the right height. For another half-second, Cris felt his heart start to jump--
But, no. Not Lidia. For one thing, he couldn't imagine Lidia ever looking so lost, even if she had suddenly appeared in Rowan.
For another, this girl's eyes were brown.
He looked up again, and away, hoping she hadn't noticed.
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His feeling was a little different anyone. A bit more like Reed's than most of the other people's. Maybe he was from the tree too.
Instead of looking at where he was, she just followed the same way had been, only lifting her eyes to him when she reached him. "Hello," she said simply.
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No. Definitely not Lidia. Wrong look on her face, wrong eye color, not enough freckles, the hair wasn't quite the right shade. Still... if they'd been meeting in Glass Point instead of Jhelbor, Cris would have automatically assumed she was caun. It might be a long shot -- she might not even be a tree baby -- but maybe, just maybe, she was from Willhaven.
He slid under the railing of the walkway, and used air magery to cushion his descent from the walkway to street level, where she stood.
"Afternoon, miss." He defaulted to the etiquette he'd been brought up with and did not extend his hand. You didn't shake a lady's hand unless they offered it to you first. "Sorry, but... you looked a bit lost."
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It took her several moments to realize that she might want to clarify that. "Following something. It's like a feeling. I can tell where people are. Yours is a little different, though. Are you from the tree too?"
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She had asked if he was from the tree 'too.' It was unclear whether she included herself in that statement, or just other worldwalkers she'd met.
"Where are you from, Ariana?"
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She needed to get used to asking again. She didn't really like that.
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And, oops. He'd been so excited to find out whether she was from Willhaven, he'd forgotten to introduce himself.
"My name is Cris Gainfly," he said with a nod. "And I came here from a city called Glass Point, in a country called Lockstar, on a world called Willhaven."
He pressed his lips together. If she was manifesting abilities, she'd been here more than a week. But he couldn't remember seeing her before. She might have arrived after the battle.
"I'm sorry." He was apologizing, in general, for the fact of her arrival. Hardy anyone took it well. "It's a bit disorienting, isn't it?"
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"It's alright, it's not your fault. And Reed is letting me stay with her."
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"It was a nice place," he answered. Especially the part of the world he'd been in. He nodded is head to one side; an invitation to walk with him. "Have you been here long?"
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"No need for apologies. I've been here for months now. Gotten used to it." Though apparently not so much that he didn't miss things -- or people -- from home. "Were you headed somewhere just now?"
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