ye'll pull the bloom from off the broom

[withoutleave]

Janet had never been a great reader, not only because she had never been encouraged to be but because anything of interest or importance could so much better be told. But, when no one she knew knew what she wanted to know, it had been time to try the books

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[mr_demonology]

He wasn't supposed to be so far, but Wesley had grown weary of sitting in a sun-less place when he wasn't even a vampire, for God's sake. Instead, he went for a quiet walk (only hiding in guilt everytime he heard footsteps, but that was perfectly normal for those who snuck out). And that was when he found the woman.

"Hello," he greeted politely when she looked upon him.

[withoutleave]

Janet got to her feet, box in hand, and nodded politely to the stranger. "Good morn," she replied.

[mr_demonology]

Wesley studied the box with a great deal of curiosity. It was one thing to simply walk, but yet another to find something intriguing. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what's in there?" he asked, eyes set upon the object.

[withoutleave]

"Not a bit," said Janet cheerfully; there was nothing to mind about others taking an interest in one's innocent pastimes. "I have heard that with sand one might stop a flower's wilting, and so I've tried it here. I need only wait and see."

[seekingmiracles]

Days seemed to meld together lately, though not in a bad way. Zia had felt more settled in this place than he ever did where he ended up, and he supposed that was something. He'd been trying not to take the little things for granted.

The beach was still what he enjoyed most, though, and he'd found himself on another walk when he noticed someone sitting nearby. She looked busy with something, and he hadn't intended to stop until he realized she had looked up and smiled over at him. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he stopped walking.

"Hi," he greeted. He still found himself awkward around people he didn't know, but, at the very least, she seemed friendly enough. It'd make things easier.

[withoutleave]

"Good morn," said Janet evenly, rising to her feet in the face of a stranger. She didn't really have anything else to say just yet, so she didn't say it; the young man certainly seemed shy, but she'd no immediate reason to press.

[seekingmiracles]

Now that he was closer, he could spot what the woman had just been working on. It was enough to make him curious, and his eyebrow rose up as he glanced up at her again.

"What are you doing?" he asked, nodding down to what she'd just been working on.

[withoutleave]

"I seek to stop my flowers wilting," she replied. She supposed that burying one might well look strange, after all, so was not put off by being questioned. "The compound is truly dismal."

[saikamai]

"Janet," Cuthbert said, and hunkered down beside her, his eyes on the sand sifting through her fingers. "How's thee?" He cocked his head and squinted from the flare of the sun winking off the white-capped surf.

[withoutleave]

"The better for thy presence." Janet's smile broadened and quirked as Cuthbert drew nearer, following her mood from idly pleased with the day in general to contemplation of something more immediately pleasurable. "And how thee?"

[saikamai]

"Very well. If you don't mind me asking, what's thee doing? Making a sand-castle, or burying the last heart you stole?"

Cuthbert grinned, and shifted from his hunker so that he was sitting indian-style on the sand across from her, the small pile betwixt them.

[withoutleave]

That was truly bad, and Janet's laugh was half a groan. "I should hope to have more care than that, and dry sand makes a poor castle," she replied, carefully dusting off a petal with one finger, to be seen. A little more seriously, she explained "I heard that the life that is in it might be kept so."