River Tam (
river_meimei) wrote2008-02-01 12:31 am
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The forest is chilly in winter, like every other non-Caribbean corner of Milliways's outdoors in February. But the trees are a windbreak of sorts, and more importantly, it's outside.
You can walk here for hours, without ever seeing the main building, if you choose your paths carefully.
River doesn't intend to be out for hours, presumably; she's not dressed for that. But she has boots on, and leggings under her dress, and a thick sweater she stole from Simon years ago under her coat. It's enough to make tramping along the forest paths a reasonable proposition.
There are birds singing.
You can walk here for hours, without ever seeing the main building, if you choose your paths carefully.
River doesn't intend to be out for hours, presumably; she's not dressed for that. But she has boots on, and leggings under her dress, and a thick sweater she stole from Simon years ago under her coat. It's enough to make tramping along the forest paths a reasonable proposition.
There are birds singing.
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There are small objects in those pockets, always. She toys with some of them as they wend their way through the forest, and glances at Galadan as the trees thin ahead.
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But he does allow himself to brush against her side once, twice, and then again.
But he does not shift from his wolf shape.
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Then, brightly, "I'll handle the conversation."
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But there is no hint of displeasure in his crimson eyes.
And River may feel the slightest hint of amused assent whisper along the edges of her mind.