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 Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 12:32 pm
Garrett wills himself to follow, mentally shouting at his limbs to behave because this would get him out into the open again, and that's much better than staying down here, yessir. He clambers out with no trouble finding motivation to do so, but takes a minute to get back the strength in his weakened knees. He disguises this by pretending to brush off his shirt.
"Not part of it?" he echoes as he starts to catch up enough to hear.
He takes a running start down the bank, which was all together a bad and good thing. Bad, because he can't stop himself at this speed. Good, because otherwise he would never have gone in the water otherwise..!
Splash!
In a fury of soggy feathers and flailing limbs, Garrett unwillingly lands in the stream ahead of Nah.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 12:50 pm
Nahuel hooted in laughter, tossed his fedora onto the bank, and did a cannonball into the water. "BANZAI!!!!!"
SPLASH.
Nahuel surfaced and spouted water out of his mouth. He floated on his back and kicked against the current every so often. "Yeah," he said, continuing his earlier thought, "I think the garden ends at the stream, cuz the trees are different on the other side, and it'd make sense for the stream to be a border, y'know?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 1:01 pm
Garrett coughs out some water, and struggles while being weighed down to take off his backpack. He manages to loosen it from one arm, allowing for enough force to toss it off the other one and to the grass. His wings, however, are having none of this, and extend themselves to full, and soggy, height, to stay above the water as much as possible.
"What if ..there's a reason.. it's not part of the garden?" he asks between coughs and heavy inhales. "Like.. if the garden.. is good.. and that side.. is evil?"
Just as soon as he said it, he regretted it, because it sounded so foolish of him to think of forests as having good and evil traits. How juvenile! Nah probably thinks that of him, now, too. He frowns a little, a crease appearing on his forehead, and he finally catches a rhythm in his doggypaddling.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 1:09 pm
Nahuel laughed off the suggestion, but swam a bit closer to the bank on the garden side just in case. He didn't think gardens could be good or bad, but then again, this was a magic garden. Anything was possible.
The novelty of it being warm enough to swim in March was pretty cool as far as he was concerned. He tried not to think about what might be lurking in the woods. It was just uncleared farmland, right? And eventually, if you walked far enough, he guessed it became jungle like where Mom worked, or a beach, or another city.
"I don't really know where the garden ends," he shrugged. "There's a fence in some parts. like, an old split rail one, and the air sort of changes if you go past it."
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 1:32 pm
"A change of air sounds nice," Garrett comments offhandedly, finally relaxing now that he's found a rhythm to swim to. His wings might not be happy, but the summer-like wind drying them off is at least a consolation.
He manages to push himself in a semi-circle, getting a better angle at the differing trees in question. No, they don't look threatening in any way. Most trees didn't, to a bird, anyway, unless they were on fire or had some sort of enemy in it. He smiles slightly, casting aside his suspicions, or at least saving them for something with more warrant.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 4:38 pm
"Nah," disagreed Nahuel, practicing his backstroke. "It goes back to being winter. It's warm here, like summer, yeah?" he asked, "But if you go past the fence it gets cool again."
He flipped over onto his stomach and then crouched in the shallows.
"There's lots of other stuff to explore," he stated. The ADHD was kicking in. He was getting bored.
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