It's been another long day of doing very little. Clark spent a lot of it out in the stables, finally having gotten homesick enough that even though it's not a barn, it was close enough to be comfortable
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Quinn doesn't always watch the sunset around here, or even stay out overnight, but he does like to get outside as often as he can. It's green out here. That counts for a lot.
When he notices the other person's presence he nods politely, not intending to disturb.
"Kansas," Clark confirms, with another nod. "And you're Bitish, unless I'm way off on my accents, which is entirely possible, so if I am, I'm sorry in advance."
There's a young woman walking in the area out back. She's tiny, with short brown hair, wearing a tan jacket and a headband, which is totally in in 2006, according to the magazines that determine what's in and what isn't.
She's not just looking at the sky - she's looking at the gardens, the lake, the forest, the people.
She gives Clark a nod and a "Hey," when she passes by his patch of grass. Friendly enough, for a one-syllable greeting.
Clark, he of the primary coloured almost entirely made of plaid and jeans wardrobe, wouldn't know in if it hit him like a kryptonite fragment. To him, Eden just looks nicely dressed.
"Hey," he answers in a similarly friendly manner, glancing over at her. "Quite a place they've got out here."
"Quite a place with demonic rabbits," Eden replies, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it all. "A part of me really wants to catch a glimpse of them."
"Yeah, there's that," he agrees with a soft chuckle. "I haven't really got all that up close and personal with any of them myself, but there seem to be plenty around. A few of them come out on the outskirts of the forest occasionally."
A rather pretty young woman is standing nearby holding a long curved sword--to Clark it might look like a katana. Even more unusually, she was wearing a long dark silk dress and a somber expression.
Cocking her head slightly to the side, Lyrae studied him momentarily before responding in a thickly accented voice--vaguely Russian--her tone cool and calm.
"Greetings, Child."
Her own youthful appearance belied the nigh-arrogance in her tone.
Clark isn't good at placing accents, so Lyrae gets chalked up as being vaguely European, though he isn't sure exactly from where. He has learned, however, that appearances can be deceiving, so the manner of address garners merely a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Were you going to be practicing? If I'm in your way, I can move."
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When he notices the other person's presence he nods politely, not intending to disturb.
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"Evening. Nice night, isn't it."
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then?"
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She's not just looking at the sky - she's looking at the gardens, the lake, the forest, the people.
She gives Clark a nod and a "Hey," when she passes by his patch of grass. Friendly enough, for a one-syllable greeting.
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"Hey," he answers in a similarly friendly manner, glancing over at her. "Quite a place they've got out here."
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Says the girl who's not anywhere near the forest.
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She nodded soberly to him.
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"Greetings, Child."
Her own youthful appearance belied the nigh-arrogance in her tone.
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"Were you going to be practicing? If I'm in your way, I can move."
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