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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.

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River's a child of cities, and of spaceships; she loves the outdoors, and on bare feet she often drifts silently, but boots on snow are another matter.

But today there's no one to hide from, anyway.

As she said to Galadan: got no destination. And it's a fine winter's day.

Fine and cold, as it were.

Which may explain why their wandering path eventually leads back toward the edge of the forest.

And the bar.

While Galadan might not be cold--coated in fur as he is--River is another matter entirely.

And he has sworn that no harm will come to her, wolfshape or no.

This is wise of Galadan; River tends to underdress for the winter. (A strong inclination towards loose fluttery clothing, perhaps, will cause this.) She's not chilly enough to be shivering, but her cheeks are pale from the cold by the time they reach the edge of the trees, and her hands (also pale) are shoved in her coat pockets again.

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.

Galadan does not look back at her, crimson eyes fixed on the bar ahead.

But he does allow himself to brush against her side once, twice, and then again.

But he does not shift from his wolf shape.

Edited 2008-02-03 05:54 (UTC)

"The mugs are problematic," River informs him. She doesn't sound especially bothered, though.

Then, brightly, "I'll handle the conversation."

This time Galadan does look back at her.

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.

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