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[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne-girl, with tea, writing.

Well, for the most part. When she isn't being distracted by watching people in the bar, or by the gleam of moonshine on frosted window-pane.

After all, young Miss Shirley is ever so dedicated to her work.

[OOC: Mun, like Anne, is working, so replies may be slow.]

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine, like a good waitress, notices that Anne's tea might be cold, so she gets a new cup for her at the bar.

"Good even, Anne. And how are you faring?"

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne looks up with a smile.

"Oh, thank you, Elaine. I'm doing quite well, thanks. How are you?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Oh, mostly wonderful, but that's nothing new." She grins. "You look happy."

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"I am," she admits. "I--Gilbert and I--we had a long talk, a few weeks ago."

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm so glad. You were so upset when you two weren't speaking to each other. Are things better between the two of you?"

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"Ever so much," she says, happily, and her eyes are starry and bright.

"We're--oh, Elaine. He loves me. And I--I love him, ever so much. More than I ever thought possible."

Her smile is radiantly bright.

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine smiles and hugs her friend impulsively. "Oh, Anne! I'm so happy for the two of you!"

It had been painful to see Gilbert hurting so, as well.

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne laughs, and hugs her back, tightly.

"Well, it's lovely," she says, sobering, "but I feel terrible about Bran. I really did like him, Elaine, and maybe I could have loved him, if..."

If Gilbert hadn't been there.

She doesn't really need to finish the sentence.

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine can figure it out. "Maybe you could, and maybe you mightn't have, anyway," Elaine says gently.

"He will be fine. He has many friends here."

[lastgunslinger]

When she looks up, she might catch faded blue eyes.

Roland is sitting by the fire with a book, and a glass of wine.

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Look up she does, and young gray eyes catch old blue ones, and Anne pauses, offers him a small smile, her pen poised over her paper.

"It's a lovely evening to just sit and read, isn't it?" she asks, softly.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland's smile is a little bit smaller. It's just how he is.

"You say true." Peaceably. "Though better inside than out, I wot."

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I don't know about that."

Wide eyes turn to the window, and she rests her chin on her hand, tracing the pattern of frost on cold glass wistfully.

"It's beautiful outside, with all the snow, and everything so silver and white and black, don't you think? Even the cold feels so deliciously fresh. Although," she says, coming back to herself with a sigh and a laugh, "it would not at all be nice for reading. A fireside is an infinitely better choice for that, you're quite right."

[lastgunslinger]

"I was out earlier this afternoon." Roland closes his book, marking his place with a finger. "'Twas mostly black and white, then -- with blue sky, of course. Nice enough for sitting on the swing and smoking."

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"I've never seen the swing, but it is lovely here," Anne agrees, and then her attention is caught by the marking of his place, and her eyes widen in consternation.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry--I didn't mean to interrupt your reading." Her smile is rueful. "I know how hard it can be to find a quiet moment here."

[lastgunslinger]

And that makes Roland laugh. Just a little. It's rusty. "No harm done, sai, say true. I've read it many times before."

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne is surprised into a smile, and her own eyes sparkle merrily as she places her pen neatly down upon the papers.

She likes his laugh, rusty though it might be.

"Then I shan't mind interrupting you," she says, cheerfully, "and will do so happily. Is it a favorite book, then? I do love re-reading old favorites. It's somehow like seeing an old friend, isn't it? Who always knows just what to say."

[balletrat]

Salut, Anne!

*Meg, alas, is a terrible distraction.*

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"Meg!" Anne looks up from her work, smiling brightly.

"Well, hello, dear! It's lovely to see you. How are you tonight?"

[balletrat]

Pas mal - er, not bad, you? *Meg says, grinning back, and then glances at the papers, a little sheepishly.*

- oh, desolee if I'm disturbing you -

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

The papers are shuffled neatly into a pile, and the pen dropped on the firmly before they get pushed aside, and Anne beams at her.

"Not at all," she insists, "I was just writing out some ideas. Do sit down, Meg! It feels like ages since I've seen you. I'm doing well, as you see. Happy to not be Bound any longer."

[balletrat]

- oh, I can imagine, *Meg says, a little ruefully, and takes a seat, with a smile.*

Can I ask ideas for what, or would that scatter them?

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

"Just for some silly little stories," Anne smiles. "Mostly about the people in Avonlea, although there are a few from here, as well."

[balletrat]

Writing stories isn't silly, *Meg says, rather admiringly.* I wish I could - I mean, I can barely spell.

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne looks interested.

"Do you mean in French, or English?" she asks, curious.