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 Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 7:11 pm
 Abigail had taken growing in stride. She went from a silly little child to a young adult, looking to see the world with her own eyes and make her own adventures... things to make good stories for one who delighted in telling stories to any who'd listen.
She'd left home with a small basket, big enough to carry lunch in. Hopping over a small hedge, she caught up the hem of her dress, lifting it only so high as to not catch it and trip her up. once free from the hedge, she dropped her hem and went along her way. Her ears were held high atop her head as she listened about for anything following her. She passed a large tree in a small clearing.. one that had claw marks in it's trunk, the very marks her father had left there the day he'd met her mother.
Eying those markings as she passed, she smiled and continued on her way, careful not to go so far as to trespass into the dark woods. She was skirting around the woods to be exact, heading for the field of flowers and grass she often occupied on nice sunny days.((for my sanity in posting... #0dab7d))
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 9:29 pm
 It was a strange thing, for Amante to be outside his library, and his preservation room. However, he had been informed several times by his assistant that today was a lovely day and he should go outside.
Hint hint.
In order to get that assistant to shut up, he was out the door and outside, with a small packed lunch of his own so that he could spend more time outdoors. He had made his way, rather grouchily, to a fairly nice flower field, where he plopped down and proceeded to "enjoy the sun." As much as a grouchy shut-in like him could.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 9:44 pm
It didn't take her long till she reached her favorite field. As she crept around the last of the trees, she started into the field. It wasn't till she'd gotten a decent ways in that she spotted something.
Her ears lifted as she stopped. "Hello?" Her voice hat that faint hint of the Irish accent. It was only faint. nothing like her mothers where you nearly strained your eardrums just to understand the things she rattled off. She stood there, waiting to see if he'd grouchily wave her away. it wasn't like the field wasn't big enough for the two of them after all.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 10:29 pm
Amante stifled a groan. Of course there would be someone else here. But then, perhaps if he had some fellow-kat interaction he could tell his assistant so, and be left alone for a few days.
"Hello?" He called back, standing up and eyeballing the Reg.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 10:55 am
Songstress Kitsune sorry for late reply... i had a case of the "blues ate my muses and drive for much more than video game destruction".. long story.. one which would only depress me if i went into so... I'm back and will tag when i can between the in pain neediness of my hubby who has pinched nerve in his back >.<
Abigail offered a friendly have as her pale silver lips formed a small smile. She wasn't a very tall fae, and her curly hair seemed almost a mess today. Eying him a breif moment longer, she made her way a tad closer. "Nice day isn't it?" She eyed the sky. "Not a cloud in the sky.. better than being stuck hostage inside a building while it rains."
She didn't mind staying inside reading books when it was her choice, but foul weather usually meant her indoor status wasn't of her choosing which always left her feeling... claustrophobic. "I'm Abigail Reed." She said, extending a paw out as a greeting.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 6:29 am
Amante made a tiny harrumphing noise. "I tend to be one for the indoors, rain or shine." He said, reaching up to adjust his pince-nez. He took in her unkempt appearance and barely avoided a frown of disapproval. "Though it is a nice enough day, as the outdoors go."
He took the proffered paw, shaking as was socially acceptable. "Amante d'Livro. Lovely to meet you, Miss Reed." Look, he could manage social niceties. I hope you are proud, nameless assistant.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 10:19 pm
"Pleasure meeting you too." She said offering him yet another friendly smile, not minding that her appearance was more rumpled today than usual. In fact the pennifore apron she wore over her dress this day was spotted with black ink stains from the scribbling of stories in an old crude worn looking leather bound journal. She'd been more for writing her own stories this last rain fall and even had planned on doing so yet again today till she'd found out the sun was high in the sky.
Smoothing out her apron, she looked back in the sky a moment. "So, Just out to enjoy the day?" She wasn't trying to be rude, she just couldn't really fathom why a self proclaimed shut in might be doing sitting about in the field like this.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 11:50 am
Amante took in her ink-stained apron and felt a rush of something quite like affection for this girl. A fellow story-lover, perhaps? His expression became much friendlier at that observation.
"My assistant insists that sunlight is important for me and that I'll wither away into a grouchy old man if I say in the library all day." He said, sounding rather unimpressed with the assessment. "What of you, miss? I suppose a lively girl like you gets out more than myself."
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 11:56 am
" I try to.. Even if it's just to climb a tree to sit in while I write in my journal." She smiled looking at him once more. " Or just to reed in a field for that matter. Some times it's even just lovely going out, letting the sun warm you while you make your own adventures. Some that you could write about or tell to others, you know?"
"I think maybe your assistant has something there.. The sun his good for many a thing after all." She tucked her skirt in under her and sat down in the grass and flowers her head nearly disappearing from sight if not for her ears. "Oops.. Forgot how short I am sitting.."
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 1:11 pm
"A fellow bibliophile, hmm?" He asked, sounding thoroughly pleased. "I prefer to keep my books inside, but then I work with the old, fragile sort that don't do well being jostled around. Stuck in tress and the like. Not much of a writer, myself, just a preservationist." He said. His eyebrows quirks up as she sat down and vanished into the field.
"Or perhaps we just happen to be in exceptionally large grass." He chuckled, a rare sound from the normally grouchy Badgin, but this girl's sweetness and enthusiasm were infectious. [
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 5:04 pm
She gave yet another small chuckle, standing back up. "Yes, it is rather tall isn't it?" Wading through the grass once more, she fanned it out as she got closer, carefully bending so as not to break the blades of grass before sitting once more, now able to see him clearly as she sat. "I enjoy books.. It's the stories in them I like the most."
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 6:12 pm
Amante sat down across from her once she came over, leaning on his hand. "Ah, but a book without a story is not much of a book at all, is it?" He pointed out, looking rather amused. "If you think on it, even books that don't seem to have them do...at least in their creation. After all, a text on a mathematical theorem implies the story of how the theorem was found." He blushed under his fur and coughed. How ridiculous he must sound to her!
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 9:35 am
"I suppose so.." She tapped her bottom lip in thought. She'd always thought the text books she'd found were just dry, boring and not really much fun to read. Plenty of times she'd dozed off during her studies as a youngster. "Are there any theorems on the wee ones?" She had to ask as she canted her head off to the side some, a trait she'd gotten from her mother both the interest in the folk lore of the 'wee ones' and the cant of her head when she was inquisitive.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 6:45 am
The normally gruff Badgin was surprising himself with how we long he was towards this girl, but then, any fellow book lover was someone he would always be happy to see. "Theorems? I think not, but I have quite a collection of folklore about them if you are interested. Old stories, too, some of them forgotten but for the few books that they still exist in." He was a little starry-eyed with enthusiasm. This was his life.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 7:11 am
"Really? I should like to stop by some time and take a look at them. My mother raised my sisters and I all on the old folklore she'd heard when she was a youngster." She beamed lightly. She'd always Loved listening to her mother's tales. Sadly they had been all that had helped her mother along into adult hood.
"I don't suppose that maybe it'd be alright if I did some day? Pop in that is to look over the old stories.. I know mother often said there was some she couldn't recall.. And.. I would like to read them.." She covered her mouth with her paw as she realized she'd started to ramble. " Dear me... Look at me here starting to ramble." She said with a slight chuckle.
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