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((I have to leave in like a half an hour or so but we can continue tomorrow after I leave))

(( hi I had a concert to go to))
Grace Raina wandered into the field early in the morning to stretch and practice sending Iris messages. *yawn*
Grace Raina wandered into the field early in the morning to stretch and practice sending Iris messages. *yawn*

Alexis was sitting against a small tree on the edge of the field, her knees pulled up to her chest. The tree was small, and provided little shade, but the shade it did provide was a relief from the warm morning sun. Her head was bent over a book resting on her knees, her dark hair unbound and falling down to shield her face. She was quite enthralled with the book, a study on Medieval literature. It was fascinating, really, the views expressed by the author. And some of the titles mentioned were ones she couldn't wait to get the next time she was out in the mortal world. It was rare that she went out there, of course, because she was a year round camper, but when she did she always returned with a large stack of books.
She brushed an annoying strand from her face, not looking up from her book, and not seeing the girl across the field. She wouldn't be interested if she did see her, not really. The girl wasn't bothering her, and she wasn't bothering the girl.
"hi stranger! What's your name?" Grace asked

Azalea was lying down on the grass. She looked up at the clouds and hummed quietly while contemplating the changed in her life.

She took out her phone and began pushing the buttons. Watching the phone change from a sword, a sword to a dagger, a dagger to a phone...on and on.


Rew looked across the field and saw a girl heading towards a knife he created a fire trail and slid on it towards the knife grabbing it "This yours?" He asked.


Scarlet laid down in the soft grass. So peaceful.
message 8897:
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Shayne Elijah Winchester-Novak Benjamin Morningstar the Yellow - Eyed
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He stopped in a wide-open field, peering out across the large, green expanse.
"OW!" She tried to remove her hand from somebody's foot.
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Shayne Elijah Winchester-Novak Benjamin Morningstar the Yellow - Eyed
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"You usually lay on the ground like that?"
"Yes, when I think no one is going to step on me!" She glared at him, rubbing her hand.
*yawn*