The Woods: Sunday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

What the hell was it with holiday festivals? Francine wasn't pondering that too hard as she ran sobbing away from this one. What brain she had left that wasn't on meltdown was mostly concerned with why and what and there must be something wrong with me.

[OOC: Oh Emo. For the Ears of Rage.]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I don't know anyone in the reserve who has practice with---these things," Merlin admitted, reaching up to brush some of her hair back. "Maybe one of the teachers?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Professor Lupin maybe. But that would mean waiting until tomorrow, at least. "I don't--- wait." She thought back to the causeway and a frustrated shop-owner clapping her hands and making tiny gold hearts float down over them all. A frustrated love shop owner.

"Maybe I do after all. Come with me?" She dabbed at her face again and pulled away, pointing down the path towards town.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Of course." Like he'd leave her like this, um, ever.

[thatsamilkshake]

"This way. ...I think."

Gods of all stripes help them if it wasn't and they ended up wandering in the preserve all night.