@_sleeby_rat_
(I guess we can't really continue until Dara and Urban get back)
(I guess we can't really continue until Dara and Urban get back)
(Rip)
(this rp lowkey died lol)
(I'm on!)
(AYYYYY! So… now
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(oh my god)
(XDDD)
(Lmao sorry I was busy over the weekend.)
(It's fine lol)
(I’m just waiting for anyone else to say something.)
(hello)
Lata is sitting at the table, flipping through one of the books from Orion's shelves. They were actually very interesting. Maybe if she had time later, she could look through a spell book or two.
(Ayy, sorry for any late responses, I’m in class atm.)
(It's fine, so am I)
(yeah I'm in class too lol) Sam drank the last of his tea, glad that there was at least one thing warm in this world
A nervous feeling began to build in Lucy’s chest, and she walked back inside at a brisk pace, feeling uneasy staying at her cabin for the time being. She change her clothes and stuffed a few items into her satchel. She flipped up the hood to her dark cloak before leaving the cabin, walking along the makeshift path to the willow tree.
Sam decided to take a walk, grabbing the rest of his tea and wandering in the direction of the willow. He was tired and annoyed at how small the cabin seemed
Lucy eventually reached the willow tree, pushing back the drooping branches and stepping into the cool shade. She put her satchel down at the base and leaned against the trunk, exhaling sharply in a stressed manner. “Who could have done that?” She murmured to herself.
Sam reached the willow and found one of the girls from before. He planned on just turning around and going back to wander the cabin, but he accidentally broke a branch as he turned around. "Crap…"
Lucy heard a branch snap close by and spun in the direction of the noise. She assumed that it had been the person who scratched out the ward at her cabin, and she took a deep breath to calm herself. “Hello?” She said, glancing around, but her vision was blocked by the branches of the tree.
Sam sighed, subconsciously hunching to make himself seem less tall. "Hello."
Lucy heard the voice and turned towards the direction of the figure. “Who are you?” She asked warily.
Lata looked up, noticing Sam leaving. Shortly after he left, she closed her book carefully, putting it away. Seeing as she would be here until she found a more permanent home, Lata figured she should get to know the other person living here. Lata began making the short journey towards the willow tree. Whether Sam went there or not, that's where she was going. Maybe she could ask Lucy for a peek at the other spells in her book. Lata probably would get confused since her specialty is illusions, but it would be a new experience. Plus, Lucy was a nice person, so it wouldn't hurt to say hello. Especially after following her the day before.
(I'M BACK MWAHAHAHAHA)
(hi lol) Sam walked a little closer to Lucy. "My name is Samandriel. I believe I saw you earlier."
("Hey today is a catch-up day, do the stuff you didn't get done."
Me: Everything's done
"WELP TIME TO RP ALL CLASS")
Approaching the willow, she noticed both Sam and Lucy already there.
(nice lol) Sam turned to look at the newcomer, hearing her before he could get too close. "Oh. Hello again."
She gave a small nod in greeting and walked up to Sam and Lucy.
Sam sat down and went back to drinking his tea, sitting in the middle of the plants that Orion had grown over what he had burned
Lucy recognized him as the man she had seen earlier. “Ah, yes,” she responded, briefly nodding. She noticed Lata approach and gave her a warm smile. “Nice to see you again, Lata.”
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