In a field

[world_roof]

As improbable as it is, Tibet has found himself a secluded and picturesque flower field to meditate in.  A nearby stream bubbles happily and an apple tree provides shade. Places this quaint should not exist, leave it to the child to find one. The abscence of the overbearing motherinlaw  yak reinforces the calm of the place

*chanting to himself

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[ivan_braginsky]

And leave it to Ivan to find the child. He grins predatorily when he sees him-- which is difficult, even, among the flowers-- but wipes his face blank upon approaching.

*crouches behind him, hands on knees* Tibet~ What are you doing?

[world_roof]

[[if you prefer story format, I can oblige, also, these two will need to interact when/if the kid grows up someday]

*looks up and seems to blink away from a daze*
Oh! Hello Mr. Braginsky. *a pause* Which one are you?

[ivan_braginsky]

[[I'm okay with asterix format, but I don't quit follow the rest of what you said :< ]]

*he grins at that; maybe he really should get a barcode or something* 'Other' Ivan. So, what are you doing?

[world_roof]

Hello other Ivan. *pats on the ground beside him indicating Ivan could sit* I'm was meditating.

[[haha. I can see how that would be confusing. I've been thinking of having Tibet grow up permanently/temporarily. If that were to happen, Ivan and him should interact at some point. haha. ]