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One of the farm's least, er... visible residents is currently visible. Ish. Considering it's dusk, the red girl is not nearly so shiny or readily apparent as she emerges from her tunnel. But there are things to explore, to discover, and it's easier to do that when there aren't people running around at the same time.

There's a Penance out in the ruined field of the farm, picking curiously at overgrown plants and looking a little proud of herself when she's able to pick up leaves or pieces of grass.

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Will was watching the sunset from his tree when he sees the movement of red in the field and moves as quietly as he can to figure out what it is, he's not at his quietest, but he's used to Sherwood.

He isn't noticed right away. She seems very absorbed in picking up those vi--

Aw, damn, shredded. Time to try again!

He watches and crosses himself, he's not sure what she is and stays still and quiet not sure if she'll turn out to be a deer or a boar in terms of personality.

At the moment, she looks more like... a bird. Or a squirrel.

Or, as she lifts a leaf up on one fingertip, right up to her eyes, and smiles, like a little girl amusing herself in a field.

He smiles in return from the shadows of dusk, "What are ye?"

Maybe she doesn't know he's talking to her - she doesn't look up from her hands, still playing quietly.

Softly he walks closer to where she is, very slowly kneeling down to see what she has.

Leaves and grass - which are promptly thrown up into the air when she leaps backward in fear, eyes wide as she scrambles back into thicker brush.

He raises his hands and freezes speaking is a soft and quiet voice,

"Forgive me, dinna me to scare ye."

Penance crouches down a little further, her head ducked while she watches him with wide eyes.

He watches her, doing his best to stay still, normally this is easy for him, but he's been getting stiff.

After a minute or two, he remembers that he has some bread and slowly reaches to pull a piece of toast from the pocket of the jacket he'd found. On an open palm, he offers it out to her.

...Food!

Smiling, Penance reaches out a hand to spear the toast on her finger, carefully not to pierce Will's palm. This place is wonderful.

He risks a smile as she grabs the toast,

"Ye're almost the color o'me 'air. Do ye 'ave a name?"

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Claire's outside, where she was working out somewhere not quite in view of the house. She stops when she catches sight of movement, though, and wandersover to investigate.

It takes a moment before she's noticed, blue eyes focused very intently on lifting and stretching fingers ever-so-carefully, picking up a leaf like it's a precious gem.

And dropping it when she notices Claire and flinches, jumping backward a few steps and lowering into a tightly-wound crouch. She's watching Claire closely in what's obviously a fight-or-flight posture.

Claire has no fight-or-flight posture, really. But she stops, and becauseit seems almost natural, adopts a small smile and crouches to the level the other girl is crouching at.

"Hey."

...smiles are good. Penance smiles back, relaxing a little bit. It's easier than usual with all these other people she's met so far, being so nice.

"I'm Claire," Claire offers, holding out a hand.

She realises suddenly that's ridiculously patronsing, and rests it instead on her knee.

"Are you new?"

She watches the extended hand, head tilted slightly to the side. When Claire draws back, eyebrows lift, and Penance holds out her own hand in a mimicry of Claire's.

It's slightly larger, redder, and sharper, but she pulls back a moment later anyway, no harm done.

Claire smiles again and takes a step closer.

"Not a people person, huh?"

Penance leans back a little, eyes dropping to Claire's feet, relaxing when the other girl stops.

Smile.

"OK," Claire says, stopping short and spreading her hands. "I'm not coming any closer."

Headtilt.

Penance holds out her hands, palms up, imitating.

She laughs softly, and lets her legs give way underneath her so she can sit.

"Why so nervous?"

Penance leans back a little, settling when Claire does. When it seems like Claire isn't going to continue the Simon Says game, she looks back down at the ground. There are things to play with there, see. Like leaves! And flowers!