❛ LINK, HUH. odd name. but suppose i’ve heard worse. like eleanor, or leslie, pieter. ❜ spits the titles out between her teeth, walking vagrantly with her eyes cast to the sky, watching the sun steep through lapses in the leaves above their heads. she muses to herself while she paces. ❛ i hate those names. don’t ask me why, i wouldn’t be able to tell you. they just rub me the wrong way. ❜
she hardly notices him, hardly cares about him ( an accessory ; a weapon at most ). instead, she imbibed the damp landscape, sopped in vivacity. she thrived in the beauty of it all, only catching the last bits of his query. pausing a moment to tuck her finger under the chin of a tulip, turning it to face her with a SMILE, she shrugs lissome shoulders.
❛ call it STRANGE CURIOSITY. don’t you love it, though? how pretty &. ruinous nature can be. ❜
[∆]- He smiled and nodded. “Yes, I understand what you mean,” he answered, walking along and brushing his fingers against a moss covered rock as he did so, “I often come here on my own and walk around, looking at things. It’s really quite peaceful if you know where you’re going.”
He racked his mind for potential places he could show her; there was the grove, there was the fairy fountain, or the clearing. He reminded himself to stay away from the west of the woods; that’s where the lost woods were and where most creatures lived.
“There are a lot of places around here you might like,” he continued, “I can show them to you, if you’d like.”
