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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric walks the cherry grove one last time, taking in the sweet air and the swirling joy of the falling blossoms. He seems quiet, contemplative.

He spends the day, dawn till dusk there before coming inside to pack. It's time, he will leave at dawn.

He spends the evening enjoying a filling meal and a few fine wines while he writes letters to all he loves.

Find him under the cherry trees or inside at the bar. Either way, he's very glad to see friends before he goes.

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[like_quicksilver]

Gyda's come in to the cherry blossoms almost by accident. She'd chosen to decorate her hat with shells and other things from the beach, but seeing the flower petals, she's considering if she should've gone with those.

Too late now.

Her expression does light up when she sees Sinric. He's always into trying new things and if he accepted, he'd be her first person with the hat. "Sinric, good evening."

Her attire is a more from home: a home spun gown and overdress from home, compliments of the bar of course. She's gown too tall for the close she came in at the start. "Can I take your picture with you in the hat?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Gyda, hello." He smiles warmly.

He holds a hand out to accept the hat. "Of course you may. Is there any particular way you wish me to stand?"

[like_quicksilver]

She shook her head, handing it to him. "You don't even have to stand, I just need to take a picture of you with the hat."

Soon as he had it on, she checked the image through the small window. Working a disposable camera as different than what she was used to, but it was fun to discover. However, once she learned how to actually get the film developed, Bonnie would find the first five or so pictures are less subject material and more false starts. Thankfully the camera allowed 25 takes.

"The milliscouts are holding a contest. You need to decorate a straw hat and take as many pictures of people wearing as the camera allows. The winner receives a chocolate easter egg."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sits the hat on her head and offers her a winning smile. "Just so"

When she develops the film, she may find his eyes refect the light. Looking more gold than brown.

sorry for the weak tag-bed time.

[like_quicksilver]

She takes the picture, just stopping herself from taking a second by accident. She still has others that need to be taken. As it's also a disposable camera, she has to trust how it'll turn out later.

"Thank you." She accepts the hat back from him. "Have you had any luck seeing father or athelstan?"

Re: sorry for the weak tag-bed time.

[thewidewideworld]

"It was my pleasure. I hope I may see it when I return."

He shakes his head sadly. "I have not. But I will leave them letters. And I hope if you see them, you will give them my love. Ganymede also, who I have not seen in some time."

Re: sorry for the weak tag-bed time.

[like_quicksilver]

"I'm sure the pictures will be developed at the end of the contest." How else would Bonnie be able to tally them up.

"Sometimes it feels like a game of tag." Her mouth twisted a little in a resigned smirk. "We're never in the Bar at the same time, or it's by chance." Like when she first arrived within milliways.

"Ganymede's well. He.." She hesitated, but then figured Sinric already knew. "He's seeing one of his 'partners'," The most diplomatic way she could put it-lovers just didn't seem to fit. "The one that gets tongue tied whenever I'm in the room."

While she didn't always get their names, she was beginning to learn most of them through appearance and traits. Most usually just ignored or gave her a respected amount of distance, but this was the first that seemed more embarrassed about her than she should've been about him-or perhaps she was just getting used to her foster father's situation. "It's too tempting to tease him about it."

[thewidewideworld]

"Both Athelstan and Ragnar love you. No doubt they both wish your paths would cross more often." Her assures.

He listens with head half cocked, a small smile playing over his lips. "I can imagine. Not all men are as comfortable in themselves as Ganymede. And I'm sure it would be very easy to make them squirm." He half teases.

[like_quicksilver]

"He's had a long time to get used to things." She supposed that after a hundred years or so, one got tired of mulling over wrongs or just saw how wasteful it was. "Also, if you look at him, he doesn't 'look' like the sort to take in foster children."

Even she had to admit that if she didn't know him, he would look more the sort to prefer 'partying', then taking the responsibility of mentoring and looking out for child or young person.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shakes his head. "I see someone whose childhood was taken in pain and force." There's a note of sadness in his voice. "Someone who, for all his looks, cares deeply at others should not have to suffer as he did."

[like_quicksilver]

She knew his story, not the details (she knew he spared her that), but enough to get the gist-and to not think too high of the greek gods. She certainly doesn't argue with him. "You know him in ways his 'partners' don't." She still had a hard time referring to them as 'lovers', though that was likely the case. "He's become very good at hiding that side of him."

"Where are you living now? Outside of milliways?"

Her attention was pulled to the flowers. Last year she tried to weave some into a crown or chain, but they were so delicate the petals kept falling off.

[thewidewideworld]

"I am a wanderer. I claim no home but here." He shrugs, smiling sadly. "But the place I was in my own world, I need to leave as soon as I return. It is no longer safe for me there."