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thoughtformed2012-12-20 03:57 pm
coimiceoir) wrote in thoughtformed2012-12-20 03:57 pm
Log// Closed // Backdated to Dec 9
Who: Connor and Aisling
When: Evening, December 9th
Where: Forest edge
What: An overattentive guardian startles a sleeper
Warnings: Possible language? IDK yet.
It had only been a few days since she had escaped the nefarious clutches of the hospital, and Aisling was still working on her full survey of the forest, so she was much further south when evening fell and a new presence settled in on the edge nearest the city. The lingering effects of her incarceration slowed her down, and it was full night before she made it back to investigate.
There... in one of the trees, curled up where several branches made a sort of bowl, was a strange man. A leap and a bounce later, she was crouched over his head on a lighter cross-branch screened by leaves. He wasn't... entirely human, and he hadn't announced himself. Given that she was still jumpy about almost losing her forest to an intentional fire, perhaps it was understandable that she didn't want to wait for him to wake up naturally.
A handful of acorns rained onto his chest, punctuating her sharp question: "What are you doing here?"
When: Evening, December 9th
Where: Forest edge
What: An overattentive guardian startles a sleeper
Warnings: Possible language? IDK yet.
It had only been a few days since she had escaped the nefarious clutches of the hospital, and Aisling was still working on her full survey of the forest, so she was much further south when evening fell and a new presence settled in on the edge nearest the city. The lingering effects of her incarceration slowed her down, and it was full night before she made it back to investigate.
There... in one of the trees, curled up where several branches made a sort of bowl, was a strange man. A leap and a bounce later, she was crouched over his head on a lighter cross-branch screened by leaves. He wasn't... entirely human, and he hadn't announced himself. Given that she was still jumpy about almost losing her forest to an intentional fire, perhaps it was understandable that she didn't want to wait for him to wake up naturally.
A handful of acorns rained onto his chest, punctuating her sharp question: "What are you doing here?"