Cooper Farm

[heartofthedream]

Jean went 'walking' this world, for very little definition of that word.

Today she's sitting in a field of late autumn not too far off from the farmhouse and it's general surroundings.


She's presently plaiting a long thin chain of flowers.

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[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka is actually walking, next to someone who is-- not quite. Katara is usually more visible when she's around him, but she's feeling weak today. Sokka can hear her and see her but has the feeling not too many other people can from their expressions when he tries to talk to his sister.

They're practicing distance today. Steph had to borrow the car, so Sokka is just walking and waiting to see how far Katara can hold her strength before she starts to fade in his eyes, too.

The answer: not yet. She's still perfectly audible and Sokka winces a little at her happy little squeal when she spots the flower plaiting.

[heartofthedream]

Jean looked up from the plaiting her fingers were doing (not that she had been watching them in the first place) to spot to two travelers coming her way. Her head tilted slightly, long fiery locks tumbling against her shoulder in the soft breeze.

"Hello."

If Sokka is watching he might notice Jean's eyes land on his sister, but it's a rather easy flowing, unhitched, look from her flowers, to the girl, to him.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

He isn't - he's watching Katara, mostly. Jean gets a glance for the flower-plaits and a smile. He'll wait for her reaction before saying anything about his sister.

"Hey. Are you new?"

[heartofthedream]

"No," Jean said, with a small smile. "Though I have been scarce while I was traveling and adjusting to this place."

By which she means this entire dimension shift, but it's hardly here or there to her. It is all the same terminology and existence.

The smile was vaguely errants as she looked back to her flowers pulling up the bottom to finish off the wreath. "Would you like them when I'm done?"

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka tilts his head in response to-- something. Something just to the left of him that isn't quite clear.

It takes him a moment to remember to respond. "Oh, uh, no thanks. That's, uh, very nice, though."

Katara wants them but Sokka's fighting her on this one - where would he put some braided flowers?

[heartofthedream]

Jean's smile widened just a little, innocent and sweet and deeply amused at a joke, as she worked at the last knots. As she finished she raised her eyes up to the boy.

"I wasn't asking you," she said, quite kindly.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka blinks at her.

And scowls at something sarcastic and teasing his sister just said, batting at the air and starting to grin. "In that case, yes."

Or he will never hear the end of it.

[heartofthedream]

Jean looked at it her hands, testing the ties as it lay there, without her moving at all. Before she nodding, very faintly to herself, and it began to float toward him out of her hands through the air.

"I don't believe I've had the chance to meet you before. I'm Jean."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Oh creepy. It's only Katara's excitement at his side that keeps him smiling, holding out a hand to catch it. "Thanks. I'm Sokka." He gestures to his side with a grin. "This is my sister, Katara. She's, um... complicated."

Which gets him yelled at. Not that Sokka is fazed, or surprised, by it.

[heartofthedream]

She would say so am I but the understatement is so epic it plays on being a lie. And she can not lie.

Instead she says, "I know." Followed by, "I'm very glad you two are back to talking."

She stopped it near his hand, without letting it fall, as she watched him. "It's alright. It won't hurt you."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka looks a little startled by her comments, glancing over at his sheepish ghost of a sister. He scowls at her but it's obviously forced - and Katara obviously sees right through it, beaming innocently at him.

He bats are her transparent form with the flowers.

"We're not sure she can be hurt. And... we're fine now, thanks." Mock-scowl. "Even if you're a brat."

[heartofthedream]

Jean laughed softly, mingling into the breeze.

"At times, yes. I met your sister during my first visit here. It was quite a long time ago."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka nods, getting much the same re-cap from Katara. "Well, thanks, for being nice to her.

"I know you're not a child, Katara, I can still be nice! ...shut up!"

[heartofthedream]

Jean grinned, laughing softly through closed lips this time. She'd had a sister once. Siblings were rather that same regardless of dimensions and everything else.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka gives her a tight smile - and shivers sharply when Katara passes a hand through his shoulder, confident in his inability to physically bother her.

"...sorry. We're a totally normal pair of semi-discorporeal siblings."

[heartofthedream]

Jean's smile widened at the tactic Katara took.

"I had a sister back home, too. Her name was Sara."

Past tense very specifically.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Whoops.

Now Sokka is getting chastised for being an insensitive jerk, which means he's a little more sheepish-looking than he would be without his ghost-sister lecturing him.

"Oh. Well, y'know, people are showing up practically every day." He shrugs, sympathetic, and gestures back toward the house. "And they usually come straight here, first of all."

[heartofthedream]

Jean will refrain from explaining what exactly she meant.

Her family has been through two purges. One in her lifetime, and one during her daughters-from-an-alternate-timeline.

"It helps that everyone relays that there is a safe abode to come to."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka smiles and nods. "That's how my family found each other when we all first showed up. I hope it works for other people."

[heartofthedream]

"It helped me."

Jean said it good-naturedly.

"I found someone who brought me here from the middle of Texas."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

"From what I've seen outside of Kansas, I can imagine it wasn't all that great," Sokka replies, nose wrinkled.

[heartofthedream]

"I was lucky," Jean said it with a smile. "There was only an endless forest of green lush trees where I appeared."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

"The trees didn't attack you or anything? My nieces were almost eaten by carnivorous plants, that sucked."

[heartofthedream]

Jean shook her head.

"No. They are fine now?"

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Give him a minute - Katara is asking worriedly about the wellfare of the babies, making him grin and lift a hand to stave off questions from both sides. "Yeah, they're fine. They had three of us protecting them. That was... wow, almost a year ago."

[heartofthedream]

He loves his family. It's written all over his face and thoughts and emotions. In each of the words he says and how he smiles when they both ask.

"Good."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka is his family. Without them, he's utterly lost.

He grins, sheepish and dodges Katara's elbow when she tease him with an "Awwwww."

[heartofthedream]

Jean smiled and plucked a few more flowers from the ground.

[emoreaper.livejournal.com]

It's likely not often that Jean encounters a mind that she can't read. Rickie, being who and what he is, takes this one step above. On the psychic scale, he doesn't exist. He's as much of a blip as the wind.

Doesn't stop him from riding his Pale Board through the grass towards Jean. "Hey, how's it going?"

[heartofthedream]

She didn't have to hear him to know him and what she knew before he got close didn't seem to bother her.

At least it didn't stop her from plaiting the flowers.

"Well. And yourself?"

[emoreaper.livejournal.com]

"Not too badly. Pretty darn slow." Thank... whomever.

[heartofthedream]

Her lips curved into a small smile, even though she hadn't moved from her plaiting at all.

"It's a good day for slow here."

[emoreaper.livejournal.com]

"Better then halloween." That was a busy night for him.