Charlene Pearl (fiercetide) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-01-06 21:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-11, charlene, roxy |
all my bags are packed, i'm ready to go
Who: Charlene and Roxy
Where: The river
When: Late morning
Charlene had a bag. She was staring at said bag with a vague curiosity of why she had it and, more importantly, what she was doing with it. By all appearances she had been putting things she considered Important in it: a little stuffed penguin that was inside of one of those little plastic baggy-things the landwalkers used to keep things dry, a variety of pretty stones, her journal full of writing, a pack of very colorful markers, various little trinkets she loved and another plastic bag that held a rectangle that was definitely a landwalker phone. Why did she have a landwalker phone? And why did it keep flashing at her? Oh, she was capable of reading but the matter of understanding was altogether different. Until it had gone off for the first time, she had come to the belief that she had been preparing herself to leave Scarlet Oak. She had come and spent a time here - long enough to fill a book with drawings, most of which seemed to center around penguins and a landwalker with pink hair and a few of those metal piercings that fascinated some of them. I really like her hair. Charlene had felt herself blushing as she studied her drawings, but she had no idea why. Why would she blush over a landwalker?
And why had she not started up the river and back towards the great lake, the canal and the ocean beyond? These were questions that Charlene could not answer, and yet there she was - seated on a half-submerged log, flipping through her book and continually glancing towards the shore. It was as though she felt that there was something she was supposed to be doing... yes, leaving! I've had enough of this place, how clear can that be? Charlene was fine with the idea of leaving. Freshwater was well and good and this place had been good for her art, but surely she missed the ocean. Today particularly she did not, she did not feel like she was missing anything, but still... I'll just draw one more thing before I go. The mermaid nodded in satisfaction to herself before she lobbed the bag towards the shore. Drawing with human mediums tended to be that much easier on land. With a quiet murmur about how much easier it would be if she just had waterproof paper and markers, Charlene swam over and pulled herself up to begin the process of drying and changing. It seemed that this was her usual spot for that since there was a towel and light blue dress already waiting for her. But I was planning on leaving... it made sense. As she tended to do with things that threatened to confuse her, Charlene shrugged it off and began to sketch the riverbank.
She was perhaps halfway finished when she heard the sound of someone approaching. Instead of diving back into the water, she rested her pencil on the paper and looked up. A smile automatically stretched across her face at the sight of the pink-haired woman, even though she seemed to be having trouble... Roxy! I know her. How do I know her, exactly? It felt important... still smiling, though it was a little unsure, Charlene raised her free hand in a wave.