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Life Continues
Who: Aaron and Rowan
Where: Where the yarnballs live
When: Mid-morning
What: Gathering of things and information
Rating: Disney-esque
Rowan was gathering. Not food, unfortunately, because there wasn't much around, well, anywhere, but there were yarn balls aplenty, and they needed to be gathered because eventually someone was, literally, going to wear out the seat of their pants. And when that day came, she wanted to at least have thread for it. Thank God that Helena had shown her where they were before she went off and disappeared and didn't come back. But she had a leaf basket, and she hand her hands, and she was gathering yarn balls - as many as she could, though she was careful to leave two or three on each plant, so that they could propagate.
Aaron was still lost in a bit of a daze. He'd climbed the tree and found a spot to hang his hammock. The tree was thick with them, once he'd gotten up there. It was more than a little bit amazing. Once his sleeping bag was swinging securely and his pillow, jacket and hoodie were stuffed into the middle of it, he'd climbed back down to see if there was anyone else around here who could shed some additional light on their situation. He'd wandered further and further afield of the camp, talking to people who's names and places of origin went out of his head as fast as they told him.
Eventually though, he wandered right into a quiet clearing populated by one person and a sea of fluffy blue and yellow. It took his breath away, mostly because most colours registered as dull brown to Aaron Ackles. He'd been partially colourblind since birth and didn't see red or green. It was one of the reasons why, then living in civilization, he lived in Toronto where driving and traffic lights weren't such a big deal. In the midst of all of this colourful fluff was a lady with dark hair and a tank top which barely stretched over her protruding belly. "Um...Rowan?" Ok, so that name came back to him, maybe others would too.
( No Matter How Much You Wish You Were Somewhere Else )
Where: Where the yarnballs live
When: Mid-morning
What: Gathering of things and information
Rating: Disney-esque
Rowan was gathering. Not food, unfortunately, because there wasn't much around, well, anywhere, but there were yarn balls aplenty, and they needed to be gathered because eventually someone was, literally, going to wear out the seat of their pants. And when that day came, she wanted to at least have thread for it. Thank God that Helena had shown her where they were before she went off and disappeared and didn't come back. But she had a leaf basket, and she hand her hands, and she was gathering yarn balls - as many as she could, though she was careful to leave two or three on each plant, so that they could propagate.
Aaron was still lost in a bit of a daze. He'd climbed the tree and found a spot to hang his hammock. The tree was thick with them, once he'd gotten up there. It was more than a little bit amazing. Once his sleeping bag was swinging securely and his pillow, jacket and hoodie were stuffed into the middle of it, he'd climbed back down to see if there was anyone else around here who could shed some additional light on their situation. He'd wandered further and further afield of the camp, talking to people who's names and places of origin went out of his head as fast as they told him.
Eventually though, he wandered right into a quiet clearing populated by one person and a sea of fluffy blue and yellow. It took his breath away, mostly because most colours registered as dull brown to Aaron Ackles. He'd been partially colourblind since birth and didn't see red or green. It was one of the reasons why, then living in civilization, he lived in Toronto where driving and traffic lights weren't such a big deal. In the midst of all of this colourful fluff was a lady with dark hair and a tank top which barely stretched over her protruding belly. "Um...Rowan?" Ok, so that name came back to him, maybe others would too.
( No Matter How Much You Wish You Were Somewhere Else )