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[wigglesalong]

[ Although he isn't allowed to spend too much time here, Tristan probably feels far more at home in the magical realm than he does in the human. Too long spent with magic coursing through his bloodstream has made him almost unnaturally magical; he wanders slowly through the tall grass, meandering, wiggling along, brushing his fingers against the tickly blades. His touch leaves behind subtle sparks of light, and he is followed by new flowers, new life. Here he can speak to all the plants, every animal, not constrained to simply trees as in the human world. His shirt is loose, linen, flapping in the light breeze. His smile is bright, loving, revelling in the magic, the nature. ]

[fearsomefaith]

[Gideon has his trusty - if still unfortunately new - journal out again. He sits in a flattened circle, cocooned as it were by the wealth of tall grass that made up the warm little meadow. The journal lies splayed across his folded legs as he keenly inspects a handful of delicate wild flowers before bending over the pages to make quick, scratchy sketches, with his brow furrowed and his lips parted in concentration. Drawing isn't exactly his forte but he knows his memory isn't quite what it should be when it comes to these details.]

[On hearing the soft rustle of someone approaching Gideon cranes his head up to peer over the tufts of long grass. He smiles loosely at the impending figure and realises he knows this man from a previous conversation ...about living in trees, he remembers.]

Ah. Hello there!

[wigglesalong]

[ Tristan's reaction is slightly delayed, the look in his eyes hazy and bemused for a short moment before the voice registers and he recognises the face. His wobbly course changes, and he waves a slow, almost sleepy hand at Gideon. He wonders how this man came to be in the magic realm, but chooses not the ask; it is probably the mysterious workings of whatever it is that switches their locations so often. ]

The man who'd rather live in trees... hello. [ He smoothly drops down into the grass near to Gideon, practically sprawling immediately onto his back, though he momentarily restrains himself. Small flowers burst around his fingertips, where he touches the ground, an array of unnamed pinks and purples. ]

[fearsomefaith]

[Gideon shifts a little to allow Tristan a little space in the grassy enclave and with one broad hand wedged between the drawings he half-folds the book closed]

[he opens his mouth to reply but his breath is caught in abrupt fascination as he stares at the flower bursts elicited by Tristan's touch. Gideon unashamedly stares with a half-confused, half-wondering smile before leaning towards the little flowers with a hesitantly pointing finger]

Sorry, but how on earth are you doing that?

[duplicar]

Oh, God.

[He pinches his shirt and slowly brings it up to his nose to sniff it once. He lowers it again and wipes his hand. He looks as pleased as a cat in a stupid costume.]

I think I'm allergic.

[fluffycurse]

[ Hello, Mr. Stranger.

You may notice some rustling and shuffling nearby, and soon you will be able to see an excessively large and highly fluffy cat approaching - so large it is practically the size of a small dog - with the deadest eyes imaginable. ]

[duplicar]

[He's a worldhopper, just like Payton, leaving bits and pieces of himself (literally) behind to make sure he doesn't completely disappear, should he be unfortunate enough to land in a world that idiot decides to end. Salem has seen and done weirder things that a big cat isn't going to top so easily.

And he decides he's spent enough time observing it.]

Did I mention it's contagious?

[fluffycurse]

[ Usually, most people can't understand Caleb's mewling and hissing, but since this is a magical realm, anything can happen! Including the flat meowing making perfect sense. ]

Don't be so stupid, allergies aren't contagious! What nonsense.

[tricklesdown]

[ Hell, Teagan doesn't know what's going on, but she certainly isn't complaining.

There is a wreath of yellow flowers in her hair, and instead of the baggy, ill-fitting jumpers and t-shirts that she prefers under normal circumstances, she is dressed in floaty, cream coloured dress - currently slightly bunched up around her knees as she tentatively dips her bare toes into the shallow waters of a stream, weaving its wave between meadow and the forest. She giggles lightly at the cool temperature of the water, but advances bravely, nonetheless! ]

[wouldntthatbe]

[Oh, she looks lovely. It's nice to see the younger Teagan again; he's wondered about her since their last encounter. He isn't entirely sure he wants to interrupt but watching her unannounced would be kind of creepy. Maybe.

So he stays in his place, visible enough to wait for her to notice him before he says hello.]

[tricklesdown]

[ Very much entertained by wading around in the ankle deep water, it takes Teagan a little while to turn her attentions elsewhere, away from the clear water. Lithely hopping back to shore, she shakes the droplets off her feet before letting the dress down, smiling broadly. It is at this point that she finally looks up. ]

Jerry! [ Her smile brightens even more, and she waves, moving towards him. ]

[wouldntthatbe]

[He smiles humbly enough, waiting for her to approach before he answers.]

I would have said hello, but I couldn't possibly interrupt such a blissful moment.

[gentlydone]

[ YO I'M TWELVE FEET TALL WHAT UP

SEE WHAT I DID THERE ]

[cardinalyellow]

Hey, Elliot!

[...]

Weren't you taller?

[gentlydone]

Gaspar.

[ Elliot ambles over, smiling down at him pleasantly. ] I could have asked you the same.

[cardinalyellow]

But I beat you to it, didn't I? [HA. Wait what]

[a_littlelight]

[He'd really like nothing more than to spend an afternoon relaxing at home or running errands for his grandmother. Aaron appreciates nature as much as anyone else but he has no fascination for magical realms or their implications. The light he's been given brings him enough trouble and bizarreness.

But he's sure this will pass, just like every other place he's been placed in recently, so he lies down on the grass and waits.]

you should give me his granny account

[howaverage]

[ Em is as lost as anybody else, if not more than most people used to frolicking around in vast fields of grass. True, it does help that it's a very quiet and calm scenario, but she's still lost and looking around a bit worried.

She only notices the boy laying down on the grass when she basically walks by him, looking at him casually, and then jumping as she spots him. She wasn't expecting to see a boy there. ]

Oh. Sorry. [ Just a kid, after all. ] I wasn't expecting to see you there.

but she don't have one

[a_littlelight]

[He looks up at her, quiet for a moment.]

It's okay.

she should

[howaverage]

[ She smiles at him and runs a hand through her hair, held in its usual ponytail. ]

Are you from... here? [ Wherever here is.

One would figure you'd get used to it by now, but nope. ]