Aug 01, 2011 18:19
#thanoodles,
gentlydone: elliot,
witchsea: nicholas black,
- members,
*action,
balls_on_fire: lina inverse,
gerroutofit: maggie,
typeright: julia "jules" grumley,
freaklike: aspen,
eventhegood: teagan,
morethesky: phoenix,
wigglesalong: tristan knight,
lodevole: femesi,
gobeyondthe: mercy rivers,
obtainthedream: quyllur
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Don't mind if I do, grass.]
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[ Tristan's head is poking out from behind a nearby corner, and he very slowly, gently moves around it to plop down on the ground also. His smile is broad, very relaxed. He doesn't want to scare the lovely fellow away, but he also wants a good observation point. ]
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as you do ]
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Of course it had to be in a pretty and green fantasy setting.
On the other side of that edge is a gentle girl, tall for her age, staring up at him with big blue and inquisitive eyes. However did you reach that high?]
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Upon seeing the young lady, a natural, friendly smile crosses his face, though he quickly misreads the curious look in her eyes. A little apologetically, he inclines his head in greeting. ]
Ah, good day... I hope I am not intruding, such hedges have never been much of a match for my height.
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Hello.
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[ One of your little sisters is skipping about somewhere nearby, humming to herself and clearly enjoying the challenge! ]
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Then again, who is he kidding.
It's a little hint of a suspicion that soon becomes a certainty when he pays a little more attention -- it's his sister producing a soft soundtrack to the otherwise quiet adventure. He follows, neither desperate to find her nor determined to avoid her, taking turns to appreciate the strange shapes the plantations were cut into until he finally sees the back of his sister's head.]
There you are.
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Alan! [ Without another thought she bounces across the grass (barefoot, as ever) towards him, unashamedly happy to see him. ] And there I thought I'd be stuck wandering around here on my own the whole time!
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What?
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[ But the sound of movement and a voice startled him. He twists quickly to confront the source and knows that just because said source seems to be a lost woman it doesn’t make it any less a potential threat. His face is closed and defensive as he presses his lips in to a thin, wary line. ]
Hello.
[ It’s a greeting, he supposes, but his tone is completely devoid of any warmth or feeling - so perhaps it is no real greeting at all. ]
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... Hey.
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This garden, is it yours?
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