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[not_a_flaw]

In her three months on the Island, D’Anna had made the same walk more times than she had cared to keep track of. She’d ignore the paths and follow the stream that led away from the large waterfall, continuing to hug the bank, listening to the water as it rushed by. It was never the same stream she saw before; always changing, but always calming

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[9mmshotglass]

"Oh. Him. Yes. His name is George," Reese said with a laugh. "And I'm Reese. He followed me home one day and, I guess, never got tired of hanging around. Sometimes he runs off for weeks and then he's back ready to go tea leaf hunting or just generally poking about. I don't speak lizard, but I do wonder what goes through his little reptilian head." She set her pack down and George moved to her other shoulder to peer at the woman curiously, then settled with his long blue tail looped over Reese's neck. With that, Reese settled in and let the cool water wash away the dirt (there were a few cuts, but nothing serious) of the day's travel. Sadly her face needed washing too from an earlier faceplant. She'd done her best to rub the dirt off, but she'd failed miserably. All in all, she did look pleased with herself (she had her tea, which meant she could re-entineer the tea blend she'd been working on), despite her generally disheveled appearance.

"Looks like today's, at least, a relatively nice day for toe-dipping. I wouldn't mind a bit of rain, though." Reese glanced up for a moment and shook her head. "Would you like an orange?" That brought back the sharp memory of Crews. "It's not pervy, it's just an orange." And that made her smile.

[not_a_flaw]

"Huh... Oh, I'm D'Anna." The lizard was staring at her and so D'Anna stared right back. "He's a bit of a pet, then?" First a man with a jaguar, now rainbow colored lizards. She was pretty sure she'd seen a tiny polar bear once, but perhaps she'd just been out in the heat for too long that day. A polar bear, for God sake...

"Rain would be nice," D'Anna agreed. It would make the heat a bit a bit more bearable, and there was nothing like the smell of a fresh rainfall. It was the sort of thing people took for granted - people who hadn't spent most of the last few years in space. "No thanks, I'm fine. Are you...?" She looked as though she'd lost a battle with, well, gravity, most likely.

[9mmshotglass]

"I don't think I'd ever refer to him as a pet, but I guess that's close enough. I don't own him, though. George owns himself." There was a half smile that slipped across her face and she shook her head. Rain. She'd wanted rain for weeks and never managed to be outside when it did come. Reese nodded at the woman, filing her name away with her face for future reference. No oranges for her, then. Ah well. More rinds for the tea she was going to make later. Maybe.

Was she... Reese blinked and ran a hand over her face before laughing.

"I must look--" She laughed again and George carefully scrambled and made a neat leap to inspect D'Anna's knee (and avoid the fact that Reese was now carefully washing the dirt off her face. "There," she said when she came up. "Now I resemble my generally clean self a bit more. Nothing got broken, though I've a few scrapes I didn't have this morning." She glanced up to find the lizard doing his people inspection thing again. "George won't bite, at least he hasn't yet. He's softer than he looks and if you're careful, he might let you pet him with a finger."