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not_every_mage) wrote2015-04-22 11:55 am
not_every_mage) wrote2015-04-22 11:55 am
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A Clearing in the Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon
The different calendars made it hard to track exact dates, but Anders reckoned it was right about a year since the last time he got dragged back to the Circle -- and almost a year since what he hoped was his final escape had taken him to Fandom.
It was a victory. As far as he knew, no runaway his age had ever lasted anything like that long.
The thought of all that kept him cheerful as he set up for a picnic in the preserve with Nathan. He spread out a blanket, laid out the pasta salad, cheese, and fruit -- and then, out of restless energy, started picking violets. He wasn't sure what he'd do with them, but they were pretty.
[OOC: For the boy, please.]
It was a victory. As far as he knew, no runaway his age had ever lasted anything like that long.
The thought of all that kept him cheerful as he set up for a picnic in the preserve with Nathan. He spread out a blanket, laid out the pasta salad, cheese, and fruit -- and then, out of restless energy, started picking violets. He wasn't sure what he'd do with them, but they were pretty.
[OOC: For the boy, please.]