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[futures_of_ash]

Rachel's in a tree, sprawled more like a child of ten than any woman of centuries. Long legs dangling back along teh trunk, hair equally gravity pulled amongs green, green leaves...

She's watching clouds.

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[mouse_shadow]

"You may want to consider resting somewhere else, the trees here seem to have bad attitudes."

A walk outside after a morning spent drinking. Not staggering a bit, no!

[futures_of_ash]

It may take a moment for her to drag her attention away from the clouds, but when she does, they seem to be reflected in her eyes a moment as she looks him over.

She missed drinking...

"Good Morning Paul..." she drawled softly, not shifting an inch. She likes the tree.

[mouse_shadow]

On second thought, she could probably light up a forest of Whomping Willows. This tree seems stable enough, however.

"Good morning, Rachel. I hesitate to ask how long it's been since we swam together."

[futures_of_ash]

She shrugged, an oddly lithe gesture while laying in a tree. "A few days I believe..." she's never been the best with time.

She should probably play tag with the willow. Or pet it. Maybe it purrs.

[originalmarvel]

The winds carry along another form, which bumps slightly into the tree before grinning at her with an entirely amazing grin.

"Hey, Rachel!"

Captain Marvel, very much Billyish, grins at her

[futures_of_ash]

"Yes Mr. Billy Marvel?" she chuckled, having her current cloud occluded by the floating man.

[originalmarvel]

He grins.

"Whatcha doing on ths oh so excellent day?"

He is very very very bubbly.

[futures_of_ash]

Effervescent.

"Well, there were clouds to watch...but there's a brother in the way..." she chuckled, poking him and watching him drift and bob slightly.

"You're in a good mood"

[necessary_child]

Sam's outside too this morning; having popped into Milliways for breakfast on discovering that he'd forgotten to buy milk and cereal, he decided to take advantage of the good weather by practising with his sword.

So, below Rachel there is a slim, black-haired young man with a long, beautiful silver sword inscribed with odd symbols, conjuring illusions of enemies for himself to fight. He is a graceful, fluid, swift fighter, skills born of thousands of years of practice.