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The weather, suffice to say, had taken a turn for the very, very strange.
Ainsley still wasn't used to the oppressive heat, the way it sank down her neck and caused little droplets of sweat to happen. Yes, of course she was used to it being as home was a frightening shade of warm and her office at the White House had probably been a sauna in some early era. But she had not gone from suddenly freezing to suddenly scalding like this in a very long time. She'd barely been able to put on clothes more than a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts that the clothing box had managed to give her and for once, she wouldn't care if they were a bastardized version of Daisy Dukes. It wasn't like she was trying for the attention.
Now that the weather was back, she figured it was the season for a good apple or two. Or possibly four. Her appetite had led her in the direction of the orchard, wandering amidst the various branches before coming across something that was definitely out of the ordinary.
"To Ainsley Hayes," she read slowly aloud a giant tag encircling a fully-grown tree rooted in the ground. Her gaze slowly, slowly turned upwards to show her not an apple tree like all the rest, but..."Oh my god," she said, voice stringent in her shock.
Before she could even think that it was a bad idea, she was shedding her sandals and getting a good grip of the branches to climb up to the nearest level and start picking a couple of peaches for herself, some later for a pie, and maybe one more, just to prove to herself that it was real. Peaches, and they looked sweet as sin.
Ainsley clasped one tightly in her hand as she inhaled the fresh scent deeply, closing her eyes to bask just for one minute in the oddity.
[ST, LT welcome. She is up the peach tree, if you're passing along]
Ainsley still wasn't used to the oppressive heat, the way it sank down her neck and caused little droplets of sweat to happen. Yes, of course she was used to it being as home was a frightening shade of warm and her office at the White House had probably been a sauna in some early era. But she had not gone from suddenly freezing to suddenly scalding like this in a very long time. She'd barely been able to put on clothes more than a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts that the clothing box had managed to give her and for once, she wouldn't care if they were a bastardized version of Daisy Dukes. It wasn't like she was trying for the attention.
Now that the weather was back, she figured it was the season for a good apple or two. Or possibly four. Her appetite had led her in the direction of the orchard, wandering amidst the various branches before coming across something that was definitely out of the ordinary.
"To Ainsley Hayes," she read slowly aloud a giant tag encircling a fully-grown tree rooted in the ground. Her gaze slowly, slowly turned upwards to show her not an apple tree like all the rest, but..."Oh my god," she said, voice stringent in her shock.
Before she could even think that it was a bad idea, she was shedding her sandals and getting a good grip of the branches to climb up to the nearest level and start picking a couple of peaches for herself, some later for a pie, and maybe one more, just to prove to herself that it was real. Peaches, and they looked sweet as sin.
Ainsley clasped one tightly in her hand as she inhaled the fresh scent deeply, closing her eyes to bask just for one minute in the oddity.
[ST, LT welcome. She is up the peach tree, if you're passing along]