In the Grass near the Preserve - Late Saturday Afternoon

[noearsyet]

George had noticed the throngs of wee gixies and lads runnin' around today, but he hadn't really figured out where there were from. He also didn' care much as they didn' seem to be sufferin' at all and none wanted to steal his coin

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[inhisowntime]

There wasn't so much a flash of child, more a sneakiness that was suddenly present and reaching for a sandwich. "Can I have one?" He looked like he was going to take one whether the answer was yes or no.

[noearsyet]

"Where'd ye come from, ye wee minnow?" George frowned, sitting up quickly. With the question, it was almost like he was Kyle, but unless Kyle suddenly had turned wee, t'wasn't him.

But it was a kid, and George had enough food so he wasn't stopping the sandwich grab.

[inhisowntime]

"Which answer do you want to that?" He shoved half a sandwich into his mouth and then tried to talk around it. "There's different ones."

[noearsyet]

"Th' true one," he said, frowning a little. "Slow down, minnow, don' be wantin' it all t'come back up again."

[glacial_ears]

Emma Eleni was on the hunt. She'd been wandering around all day and hadn't been able to find either of her parents. It was all very frustrating, really, since she needed to find one of them to reassure them that she was here and all right and mitigate the possibility of them getting angry at her.

It was actually when she was following her nose and the scent of food, rather than trying to find a psychic scent, that she found one of them.

Since it was her Daddy, she knew better than to run up and greet him with a giant hug--even though she wanted to. If she was in trouble, sneaking up on him might jolly him into a better mood.

Oooh, and Daddy had pastries, too. If she could steal one, she'd have both food and her father's approval.

[noearsyet]

After Alan's visit - and subsequent wandering off as seemed was his wont - George was more on edge than he might've otherwise been.

The little girl was one who caught his notice, but after watching Alan, he was curious what she might do. Hopefully not the noble twin he mentioned.

So he continued reading his book, apparently unconcerned.

[glacial_ears]

Sneak sneak sneak sneak sneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak sneaksneaksneaksneak

That was Emma Eleni's sneakin' song, which she didn't sing aloud anymore cause that was for babies and she wasn't one. But that didn't mean she couldn't sing it in her head when she was sneakin'. It helped her concentrate.

There wasn't much point in hidin', cause the grass wasn't high enough and the trees weren't close enough together. But what she could do was walk casually by an' steal on of his pastries. Daddy always said that people didn't look too close at folks who looked like they belonged where they was. So she'd just look like she belonged as she passed by...

...and steal a pastry with Craft.

Too bad Daddy had never explained what a high school was.

[noearsyet]

"Tricksy, lass," George commented, snatching the pastry out of the air with a fast hand. He looked up from his book. "An' why d'we have ye stealin' one o' my pastries?"

[ooc: and I'm about to crash so yay sp?]