http://mumbling-truth.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mumbling-truth.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-10-04 08:45 pm

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Todd finished up his gardening shift earlier, and got cleaned up and dressed. He was hoping to run into Neil in the room or in the bar to see about plans. But he couldn't find him anywhere. He debated on getting something to eat, but felt too troubled. Something seemed wrong somehow.

Perhaps a stroll out back would help.

So there's a poet with a jacket on against the chilled night air, watching the moon and stars over ahead as he walked near the woods.

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-05 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Anne listens, and her eyes shine.

"That's a lovely way of thinking," she says, softly. "You really are a poet."

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-05 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd like that," she says, softly.

"I'll be sure to ask Helen about it. When did you ride her?"

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-05 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, there's a garden?"

Anne's smile flashes, delighted.

"I'd love to see it. Where is it?"

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-05 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I love gardening," she says as they walk. "There's something very magical about helping a tiny little plant coax it's way out of the ground, and bloom in the sun, isn't there?"

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-05 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"It really is," she smiles back. "An everyday sort of miracle."

[ooc: Bed is calling, care to fade here and say he showed her the garden?]