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windandstorm2009-10-02 08:28 pm
lostandfinder) wrote in windandstorm2009-10-02 08:28 pm
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first encounter ; 0 days
If there were any luck in the world, Chivason would have been sound asleep by now. He'd had a wonderful dinner — courtesy of sweet, old Mrs. Jann — and he'd eaten enough to be pleasantly drowsy, and then some. To cap it all off, she'd offered him a bed (a bed) and tucked him in as only a grandmother could. He didn't really have much to worry about, still having a few valuables tucked away in his knapsack, enough to cover a few weeks even if she decided to change her mind about letting him stay free-of-charge, and he certainly hadn't been here long enough to need to think about moving on.
Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt.⋅⋅ ⌊ ☆ ⌉ ⋅⋅
Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt.
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Normally, Sefton would have climbed the branches down, but the only workable path he could take would have landed him right on top of Chivy. Instead, he found himself crawling to a skinnier part of the branch he was on, and lowered himself down until he was only holding on with his hands. From here, he dropped down, crouching to try and absorb the impact, but stumbled forward and smacked his hands onto the ground.
It grumbled and groaned, being pulled away from itself by the shock of the magnetic attraction. Sefton winced, sitting back and looking at his now-scratched up hands.