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[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Red-head outside, by the lake.

She may or may not have been studying, before getting distracted by the flicker of light on water.

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[namo]

The cat pads softly over the grasses, careful to not step too close to the damp shore. His unnatural blue-hued eyes catch sight of the young woman, someone he has not yet met, and he stops to observe her.

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne is looking dreamily out over the water.

She might be reciting poetry softly to herself.

Then again, maybe not.

[namo]

He comes closer, his ears twitching, until he is close enough to listen to her.

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying."

Her voice is soft, but clear and sweet and dreamy.

[namo]

He tilts his head to the side, listening to her words, finding the poetry to be quite beautiful. And well recited. He ventures to break her reverie. With an authoritative meow, he calls attention to himself.

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

She looks up with a start, and blinks at the cat.

"Hello, there," she says, after a short moment, relaxing, and holds out her hand to the cat.

For all she knows, it's just a cat.

[namo]

The not'cat extends his neck, sniffing at her hand.

This form was becoming more natural to him each day he used it.

She smells sweet, gentle, and so he butts his head up into her hand, demanding with all he can -- save actually asking -- to be scritched.

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

She beams, and scritches generously, running her hand over the cat's head and scratching along his back.

Scritch, scritch.

"You're a nice one, aren't you?"

[namo]

He purrs contentedly, arching his back under her hand.

I do try and be as kind as I can, gentle Lady.

The voice obviously originates from the cat, and his blue eyes (which reflect nothing) seem to smile at her.

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen is also out by the lake, happily dancing to music only she can hear. She is so focused on what she is doing, she barely notices Anne as she twirls past her and leaps high into the air.

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne laughs, watching.

"Hello, Helen!"

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Instantly jolted out of her dancing reverie, Helen blushes majorly when she sees Anne. "Oh Anne! How are you?" She grins sheepishly, wondering how long Anne has been watching her for...

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"Very well," she says, and gestures to the book beside her on the grass.

"Treating myself to a few favorite poems, and enjoying this lovely day. You seem happy, Helen! Has something wonderful happened?"

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen laughs a bit. "Not really, just enjoying the weather, and brushing up on dancing." She grins. "What poems? I've been reading many lately."

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"Tennyson, mostly." Anne holds out the volume, smiling.

"It felt like a Tennyson sort of day."

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen grins. "I took out a few Anthologies from the library. They've been keeping me up rather late." She beams. "Tennyson is wonderful, but I rather have a soft spot for Byron." Her smile is confident. "I read some for Sheila last night. It was wonderful."

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne looks amused.

"Byron is one of my favorites as well," she says. "Gil likes him too, but you know Gil. He's rather too practical for Byron."

[kindred_spirit]

"Good afternoon, Anne," says Gilbert, coming from the general direction of the bar and bringing tea, of course.

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Mmm, tea!

She blinks, startled out of her reverie, and smiles up at him.

"Hello, Gil. Thanks. Join me, for a bit?"

[kindred_spirit]

"Of course," he says, sitting down beside her. "Starting to get cold here, isn't it?"


[ooc: we need to talk about what to do with that tea party at some point. . . and yay for finishing the paper!]

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"I suppose so," she says.

In fact, it is. She should have brought a sweater or a shawl outside.

[ooc: Yes, I know...sorry about disappearing on you. This week has been hectic. Call for tonight's show is in an hour and a half.]

[kindred_spirit]

"Are you cold, Anne?" he asks, and without waiting for an answer, he takes his jacket off and drops it over her shoulders.


[ooc: RL is always the priority. But . . . I do need to chat to you at some point. You on after the show?]

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

She looks up from her tea, surprised.

"...thank you, Gil."

One hand goes to the collar of the jacket and pulls it a bit closer to her throat with a small smile.

"Well, how have you been, since our tea party?"

[ooc: I can be on now for a bit, and I will be on late tonight, after the show. Very late.]

[kindred_spirit]

Now Gil is cold, but he doesn't quite seem to feel it.

"I've been well. Has Helen talked to you about the Shakespeare reading group?"

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes!" she says, beaming. "I think it's marvelous, and so kind of them to offer. Have you met Neil or Todd yet, Gil?"