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Hand in hand, they could easily pass off as regular siblings out for a stroll through the park, if not for their unusual attire and shifty behaviour [at least on Dare's part, April doesn't seem to think anything is wrong about this.]

"We'll cut through here, Turtle," he explains softly, looking around over his shoulders for the five hundred and eleventh time. Paranoid? Nah! "It'll be much faster than going around."

And, there's a less chance that someone who knows either of us will see us, he adds mentally to reason with his morality. Practically kidnapping a child was not on his list of things to do to avoid his past catching up with him.

April raises a hand to her eyes to shield their sensitive black middles from the sun, having caught sight of something fluttering not ten feet from her side. A butterfly dangles this way and that, flickering left and right against the backdrop of the high treetop skyline. She matches Dare's pace, the fact that her feet curve in like a pidgeon not seeming to bother her.

Something bigger, and much more bright catches onto the child's eyes, just left of her butterfly. Straying from the path, her hand slips out of Dare's as she trudges through the grass, mostly quiet at doing so. Her eyes remain fixated on the white of the subject's clothing, and how swiftly she makes her movements.

It takes a few seconds for Dare to realize she'd slipped away. He'd been looking in the opposite direction where a bird had recently flown off, startling him in his uneasy state. Whirling around, he can see the distracted child breaking through the grass with a set purpose of checking out the face behind the dress.

"April!" he groans rather loudly, regretfully forgetting to tone down his voice. He unconsciously ducks down while going after the girl, catching speed on her easily. "Where are you off to? I told you not to leave my side!"

He catches onto her shoulder, and she blindly tries to continue walking. Once she notices that she isn't moving, she first looks down at her feet as the cause, then up at Dare, wonderingly. He furrows his eyebrows, trying to repeat in his head that she doesn't understand the severity of their poorly executed escape.

Dare shakes his head at once, before even taking a look at the origin of the apologizing voice. "I'm sorry to bother you. My sister gets distracted by pretty and interesting things easily.. sometimes just unusual subjects will do.."

He sighs, lifting her up to carry her. April squirms gently, trying to get into a position where she can admire the white dress and - now that she's spotted them - wings. They're facinating things, she's discovered.

"Mostly anyway, actually. She's the most curious little turtle I've met." He laughs softly, glad to have something to soothe his nerves. Finally giving Gyre a good look, he tightens his hold on April while taking a step forward. He can now see why April had gotten so distracted.

Shrugging his guitar higher on his shoulder, he looks her up and down. "What're you doing out here alone?" he inquires, his tone different than his explaining one. This one is much more interested. He has his guesses as to her purpose out alone in the park, but wouldn't want to mess up with the terms and types of dancing, as he suspected that is what she is doing.

He waves his free hand shortly, though can't prevent a smile. "Nahh, don't call me sir, you make me sound.. old!"

Dare wrinkles up his face comically at the thought, mostly for his sister's amusement. On cue, she gives him a rare sighting of her pearly whites, gone as quickly as it came. If it's as best he can get, he'll certainly take it. Gotta know your audience in order to make the right type of jokes.

"That's good, though," he muses, taking a step closer. Trees provide shade, and being out in direct sunlight kills one in such a thick, but awesome, jacket. April leans onto his shoulder, pigtails brushing against her shoulders. Her eyes have returned to Gyre, almost expectingly in fact. "Staying in one place, I mean. Continuing to move just ends up getting you lost."

He offers his hand, the guitar strap consequently sliding down with the freedom. He tries to shrug it back up while keeping his hand outstretched, though this seems almost impossible. He gives up, letting the black - and quite likely, hot - instrument dangle above the grass, its smooth surface reflecting a range of white light. "The name's Dare, and this here is April," the teen says in introduction, nudging April higher on his shoulder as he addresses her.

He smiles softly at the gesture with his guitar, grateful that the weight wasn't lopsided anymore. With the questions about his instrument, however, he lights up like a kid in a candy store.

"I can play both, actually. My favourite guitar's electric, though I'm currently borrowing-" Without the willing intention to give it back.. "- an acoustic from the place I work. Both carry out the purpose of music for me as well as I prefer."

He brushes at some red hair falling into his eyes absently. April's eyes have begun to close, but she channels her attention towards the movements of the graceful girl. She doesn't move all clumsy like her own Daddy does, bumping into things and getting hit by them..

"Gyre.. Gyre.." he repeats the name quietly, straining to remember the reference. When he can't make the connection, he decides to throw it out there, the Legends being his best guess. The girl is young and might likely have been one of the babies he's played for before, at the Headquarters. "You wouldn't happen to be a Legend, would you?"

April opens her eyes again, blinking drowsily in an attempt to stay awake. She'd heard her name, and that calls for more interest. Though, keeping up is hard when you've been through a long day of walk-walk-walking..

"I'm a Legend," Dare states, rather proudly at that. Now-a-days, they seem to be springing up like flowers, but he prides himself in being one of the first and oldest. "April isn't, though. She.."

He stops, unsure of how to continue. He'd only heard bits and pieces, confused ones of how she really came. And the explination he heard of her coming out of a book is rather unreasonable to explain to someone you've just met.

".. isn't one. She's just as powerful as one of us, though, an' I think once she gets older she'll prove that even more."

That was a safe enough answer, he decides, adjusting his arm under April's weight, having lost circulation into his hand. Though, if Uncle Pippin decides to put out a report on his girl.. He swallows, glad to have the excuse of moving on to the next question.

"I'm heading back into the city, actually. There's a cafe there where I work weeknights, and a studio I frequent closeby my apartment," he explains reflectively, his mouth tugging into a smile. Having his own place and earning his own living seems a respectable thing, and on the same token it makes him seem a lot older than he feels.

April's head revisits Dare's shoulder, eyes finally submitting to fatigue and closing themselves. Something moves her yellow scarf, but nothing more comes of that.

[S'fine! ^0^]

[Bad guilds.]

"I live in the city," Dare explains, though he stops short. Now he'd given it away, that April is coming with him and if she hears anything about a disappearance.. Why did he open up so easily to her? Bah!

He reconsiders this quickly. "Dropping April off at home first, of course, I just wanted to spend some time with her before I have to go back. Leaves from work don't last forever, y'know."

He looks to the left as someone shows up through the trees, looking back after deciding they weren't a threat. "It's great to have my own place. Granted, you have to do your own cleaning, laundry, and all that jazz, but the freedoms can have their benefits. No bedtime!" He laughs quietly, readjusting April a second time. She doesn't open up her eyes, fast asleep and curled up as if she has a shell to hide in.

"I intern at the music studio, just once a week gig to help set up equipment. It's nothing big, but eventually I'll get heard, maybe get signed.." He smiles faintly at the thought. It's a nice thought, however unlikely. "Do you go to lessons, Gyre, or are you teaching yourself how to dance? I've seen a ballet studio or two downtown I could recommend you take a look at, if you want."