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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!

[mouse_shadow]

His mood has returned to the level it was yesterday, after all the hate that flowed through him during the night. How much of that did she take upon herself?

and though I didn't slip far with you

"Good day, Rachel," he nods. Inside, he shakes away the doubts. It was just an accident, just a touch.

Find Peace, he feels... from her? Toward her? He turns and walks away, more soberly than before, but more lightly.