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Nov 20, 2005 22:35

It's marvelous, Anne thinks, that the air in Avonlea hasn't yet chilled, and that the leaves haven't fallen yet, though they are red and gold and glowing in the slanting October sunlight, and she breathes in the familiar scents happily and with a sigh, closing her eyes in bliss. Behind her, the music from the A.V.I.S's harvest party hums merrily ( Read more... )

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kindred_spirit November 21 2005, 04:06:52 UTC
It has been wonderful to be back in Avonlea, among the people and places he's known all his life, with his oldest and closest friends. He's probably surprised the other members of AVIS, greeting them a warmly as he has -- it hasn't been two months for them.

But as thrilled as he is to see everyone, his attention is still mostly on Anne, here as in any place, and so when she slips away, he follows her.

There are very few sights that rival Anne Shirley happy and dancing in the late autumn afternoon sunlight. Gilbert Blythe has never seen any of them.

And so, for the moment, he simply watches, not moving close enough to catch her attention or distract her in any other way.

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avonlea_girl November 21 2005, 04:13:36 UTC
Anne's laugh floats bright and clear in the golden autumn air as she twirls about, skirts swirling the leaves and grass about her feet, in time with the muted music.

He might be able to catch a few words as she chats lightly to her imaginary partner, blushing prettily at a gallant expression, complimenting him on his dancing, a few light comments on the pleasantness of the party, the music, and the world in general.

A warm breeze, smelling of harvested fields and dried grass and the few last bright flowers of autumn slips around her and teases bright hair out to float about her face when she leans her head back, dreamily.

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kindred_spirit November 21 2005, 04:21:23 UTC
Gil watches for another moment, and then crosses the field over to her. He taps her imaginary parter on his imaginary shoulder and says with a smile, "Pardon me, but may I cut in?"

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avonlea_girl November 21 2005, 04:27:14 UTC
Anne stops, startled, and then bursts into laughter.

"Oh dear, Gil, but you startled me. I was afraid you were Charlie for a moment."

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