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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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.
Eden meant that as a simple observation. She just wasn't thinking. She's watching the sunset, so doesn't notice any stillness. "Sorry, I could ramble on and on about that. I've still got a lot of the small-town girl left in me.
"You think you're going to leave Smallville someday? If," Eden remembers to add, "that's not too personal a question."
Clark knows it wasn't personal; knows it's just a figure of speech and that Eden probably doesn't know she's talking to an alien. Or he assumes, anyway. It's just a natural reaction, now. Even he doesn't realize he does it most of the time.
"I doubt that part of you ever really goes away," he smiles sympathetically at that. "I might. I don't really want to be a farmer for the rest of my life, but I haven't decided what I do want to do."
"I'm not sure I want it to." There's wistfulness there, a hint of longing - Eden feels that part of her died a long time ago.
"Well, Clark, you're young, you've got time to decide and don't let anyone tell you differently." A self-deprecating smirk. "Says the product of parents that were itching to see me become a lawyer or a doctor."
He nods, smiling. "Mine always told me I could be whatever I wanted, though I know deep down my Dad would like it if I decided to stay on the farm."
After a brief pause, he adds, "Not at the expense of my happiness, of course. He'd want me to stay because I wanted to, not because I thought I had to."
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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"You think you're going to leave Smallville someday? If," Eden remembers to add, "that's not too personal a question."
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"I doubt that part of you ever really goes away," he smiles sympathetically at that. "I might. I don't really want to be a farmer for the rest of my life, but I haven't decided what I do want to do."
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"Well, Clark, you're young, you've got time to decide and don't let anyone tell you differently." A self-deprecating smirk. "Says the product of parents that were itching to see me become a lawyer or a doctor."
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After a brief pause, he adds, "Not at the expense of my happiness, of course. He'd want me to stay because I wanted to, not because I thought I had to."
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"I'm a slacker with an English degree, myself."
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