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[forgottenmotley]

There's a shady spot outside where the sun dapples the ground under the branches of an apple tree. A few over ripe apples have fallen to rest and rot, but other than that it looks like a nice place to sit. Maybe lean against the trunk or rest in the branches. The air is certainly mild enough for it.

Under the tree, in its shade, the Fool sits cross-legged looking contemplative. At his feet there's a dead bird. It's some brightly colored bird of a sort he's never seen before. He thinks it might have been a song bird, but he doesn't know. He doesn't know birds or animals at all.

The color just caught his eye and so he watches it. The way the light plays off the feathers as the wind moves the leaves above him.

It could be considered morbid.

Or it could be an appreciation for the beauty that he sees.

Who knows.



((looking for distractions. We had to put our parakeet down today and I is sad.))

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter notices him, she loves weather like this, but her smile fades when she sees him,

"Hello."

[forgottenmotley]

He looks up at her and gives her a bit of a smile. "Hello Lady of Wheat," he says softly.

[wheatencrown]

"May I join you?"

The dead bird isn't an easy sight but Alexander looks in need of company.

[forgottenmotley]

"If you wish to, I would not say no. I cannot say that I am of the best of company right now, but still, you can if you wish."

Loosely translated that would be. 'yes please, I wouldn't mind it'.

The dead bird is not at all an easy sight, but it is one that he feels must be seen.

[wheatencrown]

As she sits, its closer to him and she tucks her feet under to not touch the bird.

Death is always there and a reminder of her daughter's other life,

"You've found a beautiful place to sit."

[forgottenmotley]

He takes off his hat in slight deference to the lady being there. Carefully he sets it to partially block the view of the bird from her sight.

"It was the light and color that attracted me to this spot. And the tree. I have a fondness for apple trees. They seem to be around in important parts of my life."

[wheatencrown]

"They're wonderful trees as they can do so much. Does this feel like an important part of your life?"

[forgottenmotley]

"Being here could be considered one. Trapped in this place. It's a bit maddening sometimes," he says.

[wheatencrown]

"Would you like to visit my garden?"

[forgottenmotley]

He tilts his head gently, hair falling in his eyes. There's a brief thought that maybe he should get a haircut, but it passes. "You have a garden here?"

[wheatencrown]

"No, outside my door. My daughter and I share it. There's space enough for you to wander."

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool's eyes widen "You think I could go through?"

He hasn't been sure what the rules are for archetypes after all.

[wheatencrown]

"Of course you can,"

She's not sure why he couldn't and its her garden.

[forgottenmotley]

"I would like that then."

He was discussing it with the Doctor on if the blocking of his doorway meant that he couldn't go through others since he was an archetype and thus sort of existent in all realities.

[wheatencrown]

"Then you will. Are you any good at gardening?"

[sidhe_king]

Coming up beside him is a shadow. Cast by what looks to be a fairly normal young man of much the same build and coloring as the Fool, it covers the dead bird, and part of it twists as Fin tilts his head and crouches, cupping the dead bird in his palm.

"A sad sight, that. Poor creature."

[forgottenmotley]

He tilts his head to get a better look at the new comer, a tinkling of bells as he moves.

"A beautiful one though," The Fool says. "I've not seen a bird like it before."

[sidhe_king]

"Aren't they all beautiful?" he asks, looking up at the boy. "But all short-lived, and more fragile than almost imaginable."

He contemplates the bird for a moment, and lays it down close to the tree, tiny feet pointed away as he uses his fingers to pull up some of the grass and dirt.

[forgottenmotley]

"They are. But most birds that I see are drab browns and grays. This one has the colors of the rainbow."

He watches the other and the bird. He hasn't stopped him from touching the bird but hasn't touched it himself.

[sidhe_king]

"Aye, a songbird. They're brighter than raptors," Fin shrugs, covering the little body with dirt and tamping it down some. "Haven't ye ever seen one before, lad?"

[forgottenmotley]

"Just in cages up above." He spreads out his hands "They don't live well in caverns underground either. But no proper birds do."

The lad bit amuses him a little.

[sidhe_king]

"Nay, they don't. But improper birds do."

Finvarra's just full of metaphor, isn't he?

[forgottenmotley]

He thinks about that. "What would an improper bird be?"

[sidhe_king]

"One that lives underground, have ye not been listening?"

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool shakes his head, bells ringing as he does so.

"I have been listening, but that means nothing. Besides an underground bird could be a proper bird. The Traveler says that a bird just needs to have feathers and lay eggs to be a bird."