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 Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:57 pm
Chris' entrance into the garden wasn't unusual as far as he could tell. It was the same drizzly garden, same gravel path with the same beautiful arrangement of flowers and plants. It was a wonderland of sights and he breathed a happy sigh as he stepped in, taking his time to walk and admire.
His freehand he stretched out to some of the plants, giving them a gentle inquiry of sorts about their nature. He had learned it was easier to talk to the plants in more of feelings rather than words and here it was just idle chatter.
"Hello?" He also called out, just to be safe though. Maybe the lizard would appear.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 8:28 pm
There was no response. Nothing but the whisper of cold wind through the leaves of the trees that dotted one of the paths. And yet ... One of the breezes that blew was strangely warm despite the cold of other ashdown.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 8:32 pm
Chris wasn't surprised at the lack of reply from the garden - he had come to it alone, had seen no one in it, and he would've honestly been more unnerved if he had heard something.
He relaxed for a moment, pondering how to go about the garden and then, unexpectedly, Chris felt a warm breeze.
Well. That had to mean something.
"Hello?" He called out again, slightly louder this time. His feet crunched on the gravel as he followed the path further, trying to find the source of this breeze.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 1:43 am
The warm breeze continues, billowing up and wrapping around Chris. It's almost a caress, like the familiar hand of a mother's touch to your cheek, but it fades as quickly as it comes. There is no answer for him still. Yet eventually he finds himself coming to what is clearly a hidden nook of the garden, a massive wisteria having taken over the entire secluded spot. It is a soft, yet vibrant purple in color and when raindrops hit the petals of the wisteria they seem to glow. The breeze, that warm breeze, encircles the wisteria and blows once more towards Chris.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 9:04 am
Chris closed his eyes at the touch of wind, for a moment enjoying it. It was nice, one of the few nice things in Other Ashdown, and it chased the chill away for a second.
Whatever he was dealing with, it wasn't going to reply, so Chris decided to just follow the wind quietly and crunch his way through the garden. It looked mostly the same, the path similar to what he had followed his first time through, and he enjoyed the sights of the garden.
Eventually though, it changed, bringing him to a more secluded spot he hadn't though to go before, a hidden spot. He followed with great curiosity, eyes widening at the tree before him. What was the name of it again?
Ah, wisteria. An apt name.
He couldn't see anything beyond the purple blooms really, glowing as the drizzle of rain continued and he enjoyed the sight for a second. But then the warm breeze blew around the tree and towards Chris, and he realized what was wanted.
He was wary, because the garden wasn't exactly innocent. He had learned that the last time and this tree, well. It wouldn't be hard to hide something among the blossoms. All roses have thorns, right?
But he hadn't been led maliciously so far and he was curious. Enough to grip the strap of his bad tightly and venture closer to the tree, under the blossoms, where he was wanted.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 8:40 pm
It was clear that the warm breeze was simply around the wisteria and almost seemed to be a beat; a steady thrum of warmth that blew around and buffeted against Chris. The trunk was thick, the branches as well. This was an old wisteria, not a young one, and radiated a sense of welcome. Yet from around the trunk, crouched low to the ground, were a pair of pale eyes that were peeking out from behind it and a small hand curled around against the bark.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:00 pm
Chris blinked at his entrance, feeling welcomed by the tree. If he wasn't used to the weirdness of the entire place, he might have felt a little odd. Instead, he was just relieved he hadn't walked into a death trap. He gazed among the blossoms for a second, eyes trailing down the trunk, before finally spotting the other being around.
"Oh," Chris said quietly, giving the being a small smile. "Hello. Were you the one calling me?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:07 pm
The eyes watching him were the same color of the blossoms on the wisteria, pale a moment and then a vibrant purple seconds later. They looked through Chris, not at him, but as if they were looking into his very being. A head was visible then as it peeked out further, dark brown hair pulled into a braid that fell over a shoulder of a flowing summer dress. It was a young girl, her hand still pressed to the tree, and she nodded at his question.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:13 pm
It was a little strange having someone look through him, almost. Like he was being watched or something was behind him, and Chris turned to check before glancing back at the being.
He blinked in surprise when they revealed themselves to be a girl, looking rather young, but not entirely out of place. He wondered what she was doing when it hit him what exactly she could be.
"Are you the spirit of this tree?" He asked her, bending down to touch at the ground before deciding it was dry enough and sitting down. He knew that it was better to be on the level of people who were younger and well. He wanted to sit anyways.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:18 pm
Her head tilted, those eyes still looking through him and she gave him another nod. She was sitting on the ground herself, not standing, and nestled amongst the roots of the wisteria with her legs tucked delicately to her side. You hear, her voice was the warm wind through the wisteria blossoms, the voices of the garden.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:26 pm
He was starting to figure out how to ignore the gaze now, although it was slightly uncomfortable. He wasn't surprised though, to see she was the spirit of the tree. It seemed the garden was full of them and Chris was particularly inclined to find them, for some reason.
"I.. yes," He said, but it sounded more like a question than an answer. "Is that not common? Well I mean. It's not in my Ashdown but here it.. seems like it'd be a norm."
He blinks at her curiously and even despite her age, something about her seems like she.. knows. "Do you watch over the whole garden? Are you the um.. leader?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:33 pm
I do not know. Her head tilted and her eyes - the ones never truly looking at him - slid away and looked off into the distance. This is the only place I have ever known.Her hands fell to her lap, primly held together. Leader? A curious tone. No
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:40 pm
Chris watched her, curious more than anything. She didn't have any answers, but he still liked her all the same.
"It's a lovely place to know," He said, "This is only my second time, but I love it all over again. I don't think I would ever get tired."
He shifted his bag a little, considered what to say next.
"Oh," He said, not disappointed but just.. thoughtful. "You seem like you know a lot, is all."
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2016 3:24 am
You should be careful. The wind blows and the wisteria blossoms curl inward, brushing against Chris as if they were briefly shielding him. This place can grow tired of you.
She plucked at her hemline before she stopped herself. It was as if she was not quite used to having it on or not used to the material. Her gaze shifted towards Chris, still not focused on him, and her head tilted when he shifted his bag. I know some things but not all. Just what the wind carries back to me.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2016 3:43 pm
"I will," Chris promised, feeling oddly protected. Wanted. "I've nearly been trapped here once, I'll be wary."
He watched her with interest, wondering why she plucked at the hemline. Did she not use her spirit form a lot? He wanted to ask, but it seemed like an invasive question.
"Do you control the wind? Or is it like a friend?" A pause, then, "Have you seen me here before, then?"
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