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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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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?"

Om nom nom.

That's not her name, just the sound she makes while she nibbles. Mmm toast.

Will sits down on the grass, kneeling is painful,

"Glad ye like it, tis good food 'ere."

Penance absolutely agrees, looking up at him and smiling with crumbs around her mouth.

She's rather scary looking, but everyone here seems to have some gift and well if this is Faerie then Will's the one who doesn't fit.

Though her smile is rather wonderful so he just smiles back, "Can ye speak?"

She does have a very pretty smile. As a matter of fact, Penance herself is awfully pretty. It's the strange clothes of leather straps and buckles, the red color of her skin, and the razor sharp limbs that draw away from that.

...

But her face is very pretty!

Smile, Penance, smile!

She's almost the color of Will's hair in the fading light and he smiles back to her,

"My name's Will Scarlett though thinkin' the Scarlett suits ye better then me."

Licking crumbs from her fingers, Will still has Penance's attention - just not all of it. After a moment of silence, when he's finished speaking, and she seems to realize he's waiting for some sort of response, she turns a bit in her crouch and reaches back.

Dandelion for Will! Also a smile!

He carefully takes the dandelion from her and gives a smile back,

"Guess ye canna talk then."

If she can, she's not willing to admit it. Though she does look quite pleased with herself for giving him a present.

The dandelion is carefully slipped into the buttonhole of his jacket,

"Thank ye, tis a strange world 'ere then, are ye from 'ere or did ye fall too?"

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