Re: Woods: Patrick/Mary
[Repose was devoid of Rangers. There were two permanent spots in the town itself, and Patrick had been in possession of the only filled slot since his return. The nearby woods all had their own keepers, and there were a few huts and towers in the thick woods, but Patrick thought of Repose as his. His Lookout, man, and he camped out there as often as he went home. He'd been unsure about a new Ranger, dude, and that was the truth. It was his forest, man, but Patrick was willing to try. So, dude was trying to be cool, and then this happened, which made Patrick the most uncool he'd been in a year.
And, Mr. Uncool, he looked around the group of Rangers from all around, and he looked for a group of girls that might be the right one. No, dude, really, he was looking for whoever was with them.
Man, he'd spent untold hours trying to imagine what this girl looked like. Seriously, dude, hours. He'd talked to her for hours on that cot in his Shoshone Lookout, and he'd imagined her. And now there she was, and he couldn't even remember what he'd thought she looked like. He knew it was her, dude, as soon as she turned to look at him. He grinned down at the little giggling girl, and he put his finger up to his lips as if there was a secret between them, and then he raised a forest-green gaze to look at Del-] Is your name really Mary? [All right, not super polite. Shit.] Hey.