Cooper Farm

[speaksonlytruth]

Jean went 'walking' this world, for very little definition of that word.

Today she's sitting in a field of late autumn not too far off from the farmhouse and it's general surroundings.

She's presently plaiting a long thin chain of flowers.

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[notanoptimist]

Sokka is actually walking, next to someone who is-- not quite. Katara is usually more visible when she's around him, but she's feeling weak today. Sokka can hear her and see her but has the feeling not too many other people can from their expressions when he tries to talk to his sister.

They're practicing distance today. Steph had to borrow the car, so Sokka is just walking and waiting to see how far Katara can hold her strength before she starts to fade in his eyes, too.

The answer: not yet. She's still perfectly audible and Sokka winces a little at her happy little squeal when she spots the flower plaiting.

[speaksonlytruth]

Jean looked up from the plaiting her fingers were doing (not that she had been watching them in the first place) to spot to two travelers coming her way. Her head tilted slightly, long fiery locks tumbling against her shoulder in the soft breeze.

"Hello."

If Sokka is watching he might notice Jean's eyes land on his sister, but it's a rather easy flowing, unhitched, look from her flowers, to the girl, to him.

[notanoptimist]

He isn't - he's watching Katara, mostly. Jean gets a glance for the flower-plaits and a smile. He'll wait for her reaction before saying anything about his sister.

"Hey. Are you new?"

[speaksonlytruth]

"No," Jean said, with a small smile. "Though I have been scarce while I was traveling and adjusting to this place."

By which she means this entire dimension shift, but it's hardly here or there to her. It is all the same terminology and existence.

The smile was vaguely errants as she looked back to her flowers pulling up the bottom to finish off the wreath. "Would you like them when I'm done?"

[emoreaper]

It's likely not often that Jean encounters a mind that she can't read. Rickie, being who and what he is, takes this one step above. On the psychic scale, he doesn't exist. He's as much of a blip as the wind.

Doesn't stop him from riding his Pale Board through the grass towards Jean. "Hey, how's it going?"

[speaksonlytruth]

She didn't have to hear him to know him and what she knew before he got close didn't seem to bother her.

At least it didn't stop her from plaiting the flowers.

"Well. And yourself?"

[emoreaper]

"Not too badly. Pretty darn slow." Thank... whomever.

[speaksonlytruth]

Her lips curved into a small smile, even though she hadn't moved from her plaiting at all.

"It's a good day for slow here."