Isabelle ♦ 005

[nolessthanseven]

Who Isabelle and somarium
Where A field in Espoir filled with leaves. So many leaves.
Style First.
Status Open!

[Isabelle had spent the last couple hours cooking. A true tragedy, as far as things go. Nothing was going to keep her from serving something - faery broth made with tomatoes, artichokes, and peppercorns was the dud du jour - to the guest of the

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[piercedpainter]

Kio had been sitting in the field sketching throughout the afternoon. He had been spending a lot of time wandering through the city lately. Watching Isabelle set up the blanket, Kio stood up brushing some of the leaves off his clothes and grabbing the sketch book.

Walking over he smiled, "Hello."

[piercedpainter]

Crossing his legs Kio rested the sketch pad on the ground next to him, still smiling. "I've made a few friends like Kamu-chan and Ma-chan, and then there's one from home here as well though we haven't really got do much lately. But there's a lot of people here that I still haven't met but I hear about all the time. Though I bet you have a lot of friends too if you're holding picnics."

Kio was enjoying talking to Isabelle, most of the other people he had been talking to the conversations usually consisted of him trying to drag something out of them, or convincing them to go somewhere.

[nolessthanseven]

"Yeah, I've got a few. Jensen, Ange, Irial...you know, I've got people to hang out with when I want to," she grinned, also enjoying the conversation. It was nice to be innocent for a change, having no reason to flirt with someone, and just being able to sit there having a chaste conversation. Especially with someone so pleasant. There was no underlying anything to the moment; they were just two people hanging out on a fall day.

"And of course, I talk to a bunch of people via the 'berry pretty often."