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[inariver]

The riverbank was frozen, covered in snow, blending smoothly and gently into ice at the edge. It was beautiful, beyond lovely, and she felt the wind nip at her hair, and she smiled, wrinkling her nose against it and all of the cold and white blinding light as she wobbled on the shaky feet shod in skates

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[15_words]

"Ouch," Jaye muttered to herself, loudly, having been standing by the side of the frozen spot, watching the crazy Shakespeare girl go for a little bit.

"Break anything?" Jaye asked, almost shouting so that the girl could hear her, even though she didn't really want to have to go run to Compound to get a doctor if there WAS something seriously wrong.

[inariver]

Pushed up on forearms after the slipping and sliding has stopped, Ophelia turned and saw the girl, the one who spoke to things that were not there. Manners and the day prevented her from making faces, but that was only it.

"No, I did not," she answered, calmly, feeling cold and sore, and bit ill humoured at the event, though she felt no need to share it.

[15_words]

Jaye... just kind of nodded at that. She didn't really know what she was doing out in the snow, by a frozen lagoon, watching some crazy girl skate around. Ophelia, that was her name. The one Hamlet knocked up, or whatever. She did remember somethings from college.

But she couldn't really say 'good' when she didn't really care about the girl. So, instead, she went with, "Where'd you get the skates?"

[inariver]

Pulling one knee under her, moving to stand with one, then the other beneath her, readying to stand again. A fall was just a fall until one rose again and she was an expert at tumbling.

"The box, the same one that gave me the coat," she replied, focusing more on things other that the girl and her weird, queer ways of being.

[15_words]

"Oh," Jaye said coolly, eyes narrowing dangerous. "That thing."

It had given her more animal printed crap than she really wanted to think about right then, and it was only through extreme acts of cunning that Jaye had managed to get what clothes and things she had gotten out of it. Round 1327324 with the fucker didn't seem appealing.

...Hey, wait a minute. "Why is it nice to you?"

[inariver]

There were a great deal of reasons that the girl Ophelia could reason as to why it treated her well. Pity perhaps, for the fact that she had arrived drowning in nearly nothing and spent time wandering around in men's clothes taken from those who saved her, or the fact that she was kind and respected it. Though there was the fact that those who are mad have a certain understanding.

She picked her tip of her skate against the ice. "Perhaps the object felt bad, for all that had been done."

[15_words]

That answer didn't work for Jaye. "It's done plenty of crappy stuff to me, and it still gives me t-shirts with animals on it and pants with prints on it. Ugly stuff and stuff that it knows will set me off."

She frowned deeply, giving Ophelia a considering look. "Come on. What'd you give it? Talk nice to it?"

[inariver]

Even the most absurd of scholars know that a box is a box and it cannot really know unless God made it know or something similar. Ophelia doubted very much that it knew that this girl hated that which resembled the once-living.

Alas there is comfort in being surely better than one's peers and she smiled quite confidently. "I asked and I recieved. Isn't that how it is supposed to go?"

[15_words]

"Yeah, it's supposed to," Jaye spat bitterly. "Doesn't mean it does. Nothing works like it's supposed to around here. Not even the freaking weather."

[inariver]

"I enjoy the weather," Ophelia commented, for it was cold and chilled and like December ought to be, dark and dank, and sombre. "Tis not like it was, but change is good."

[15_words]

"I like the weather," Jaye replied, trying to make her point clear. Because... weather mattered, clearly. "But winter's supposed to follow fall, and there was no fall. No leaves changing. Okay, there were pumpkins... and a really fucked up version of Halloween, but that doesn't really count."

[inariver]

Making small patterns of eights and ohs and several sorts, Ophelia nodded, wrinkling her nose. "All Hallow's Eve was not quite as it had ought to be this year. It was not nearly as...well, any thing but as it was," she concluded aloud. "I enjoy the apple season, we did not really get one of those."

[15_words]

"Apple season?" Jaye echoed. She had to assume that translated from Crazy Shakespearean Denmarkish to 'autumn', but she wasn't sure. "I miss the candy. God, I always got a butt load of candy on Halloween."

[inariver]

With the quick and dusty stop, she blew up a heap of frosted ice. "You only get sweets on just one day?"

[15_words]

"Huh?" Jaye noised intelligently, then shook her head. "No, on Halloween, nowadays or in the future or in real life or whatever, kids dress up. And then they knock on doors and people give them candy. It's .. a thing. You can buy candy whenever, but you get it for free and in shit loads on Halloween."

[inariver]

Oddly enough, this made Ophelia feel a bit sorry for the clearly off-kilter girl. Dressing up like a fool was never much good for one's anything and begging did something for one's soul. "Ah, a thing," was all she said on it. "Fair enough."