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Perhaps you have wondered where River is.

The answer is: she's outside, seated against a tree with a pad of paper and a box of coloured pencils she scavanged from an undisclosed location. Every now and then, she glances at the house as if confirming a detail in her mind, then returns to her drawing.

(You might think, from this, that she is drawing the house.

She isn't.

It's a purple people-eater.)

She's open to interruption.

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Will's quiet and in the tree above her, he's trying to figure out what she's drawing since its a nicer thing than his own thoughts.

"The camouflage is inadequate," she informs him serenely, not looking up.

"Oh aye, guess na. Na disturbin' ye, am I?"

His thoughts are rather dark so he was hiding.

"It's a work in progress."

That may or may not be reassuring.

Slightly confusing so he drops out of the tree, he's feeling more conscious of his scars today,

"Aye, looks fine."

"Okay."

Little chatterbox, isn't she.

"I'm Will, na sure if we've met."

He ends up sitting a little ways from her just so she doesn't feel worried.

"You'll have to calculate the quantum probability," she offers generously, and adds eyes to her drawing.

"What's a quantum?"

...

This, River feels, ought to be self-explanatory.

Not to Will so he just stares up at the tree again.

And River returns to her drawing.

As an afterthought, she adds, "Hi."

"Hi."

Will is confused but its nice out here.

"We hadn't," she clarifies.

She's Making An Effort!

"Pleasure to meet ye then."

"Okay."

Will runs a hand through his hair, this is an odd conversation.

But it's pretty much par for the course with River.

She tears off the finished purple people-eater page and sets it on the grass beside her.

He leans over to look at it and smiles, "Tis a good color."

After all its almost the color of Kate's costume.

She begins with a new colour (red, like his hair).

"Non-spectral colours between violet and red. It's a quandary."

Colored pencils? Those are probably like crayons, right? Maybe not as thick. She probably couldn't play with them. But look at the pretty colors!

There's a red girl up in the tree who is currently attempting to be River's silent art critic.

"I can see you."

When River lifts her head, Penance blinks.

And shrinks back into the trees.

"Green is the traditional colour," she advises Penance.

Penance doesn't seem to mind not blending in-- at all. But since River isn't getting up and is continuing to color, she creeps closer on the branch. Is River still coloring? Can she still see the pretties?

She's done with the purple-people eater, now.

She selects a red pencil.

Red is a pretty color. Penance likes the purple, too, though, peering over the branch, head tilted until she's almost upside down.

Ooooooh, pretty.

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