Ceci. (![]() ![]() @ 2012-10-07 23:51:00 |
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Cecily wasn't entirely certain who Lorcan Scamander was, and therefore had no real idea of what he looked like. She was a big fan of sitting in her comfortable bubble of family and Aunt Andys, so she had a tendency not to stray too far from that circle. She was, however, trying to change that. No matter how much she loved her family and spending time with them, Cecily had to admit that she needed socialization of people that weren't directly related to her, and that she could call a friend if the time ever came that she needed someone.
Dressed in the clothes Dr. Omicron had given her the original day of dune surfing, along with her mother's and her own boogie boards, Cecily waited at the gate, tapping her foot as she watched fireworks set off in the not-too-far distance. At her side was her bag full of water and sunscreen to keep them both safe from the still-bright sun; her hand loosely holding onto it. Her senses were on alert for anyone approaching her, and as she heard soft footfalls approach, she turned her back to the display, smiling at the man approaching her. For all she knew, he might not have been Lorcan, but as he came closer, she just went for it.
"Lorcan, yes?" she greeted. "It's about an hour long hike. Are you ready to go?"