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[avonlea_girl]

The door opens, and a bundle of spring blossoms walks through. There is, presumably, someone behind said blossoms, but it is nearly impossible to see Anne Shirley behind the cloud of white, sweet-smelling blooms.

One can, however, hear her.

"Oh, Marilla, do just smell these blossoms--they're just like holding the soul of spring in your hands,

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[petraarkanian]

Petra sneezes harshly and her eyes begin to water.

"Flowers?" she asks as she sneezes again.

[avonlea_girl]

"The first spring blossoms," Anne replies, looking around with obvious delight. "Goodness, it has been a long while since I've been here! Oh--"

She catches a good glimpse of the other girl, and lowers the blossoms quickly, concerned.

"I'm so sorry--are you allergic?"

[petraarkanian]

Petra wipes off her eyes and blows her nose while shaking her head.

"No, but the smell was very overwhelming there for a moment."

She pauses, and smiles,

"I'm Petra."

[avonlea_girl]

"Very pleased to meet you, Petra," Anne says, and reaches out to shake her hand with a warm smile and glowing eyes.

"I'm Anne Shirley. Here, let me put these down for a moment--well." The flowers deposited, she looks about the room, before turning her attention back to the other girl.

"It has been quite a while. I don't suppose you'd care for some tea?"

[creator_raven]

"Souls are difficult to grip, perhaps. It is not so bad a thing."

Raven grins, tilting her head at Anne.

"Though the flowers are very pretty."

[avonlea_girl]

"Aren't they lovely?" Anne sighs, happily, and plucks a particularly clean white blossom to tuck behind Raven's ear.

"There, that looks so pretty with your dark hair," she says, and deposits the rest of the blooms on a nearby table carefully.

[creator_raven]

Raven's eyes widen a fraction, one hand coming up to almost touch the flower.

Then she smiles.

"I am always pretty, I think."

Her voice lowers conspiratorially.

"It is deliberate."

[avonlea_girl]

"It must be very nice," Anne smiles, "and you are very pretty. Although I don't suppose we've met, have we? And yet you do sound familiar. Goodness, it has been such a long time that I don't suppose I'd know, any longer, but I do hate to think that I might have forgotten someone that I met here."

Gray eyes smile warmly, and Anne stands against the table her flowers lie on, as slim and pale as any one of the branches and its blossoms.