closed starter for @tornminds
she loves fall. the soft breeze that seems to wrap around her, the way nature seems to explode into glorious colour. one final hurrah before the end. a strange, autumnal funeral. she’s sat in the grass at the park, a large book in front of her, her lips murmuring quiet spells, practicing intonation. lately she’s abandoned her research for research of another kind. she’s so wrapped up in the feel of the grass, the way the animals seem to observe her, look at her like they know her secret. maybe she is more theirs than the worlds. she almost doesn’t notice them until they’re too late, and they’re plopping down onto the blanket she’s set out. her hand reaches out to steady the picnic basket they’d bumped into, still heavy with the promise of a good--extended lunch. brown eyes look up in alarm, and then-- joyful recognition. “you should’ve told me you’d be joining me. i’d have brought extra treats for you. as it is, hands off the pumpkin pie.” she gives them a playful smile. “oh--fine. if you beg, you may share my picnic. and have one bite of pumpkin pie.”