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There is a red girl in black leather crouching beside the pond/lake at the back of the farmhouse. She trails a single finger through the water, but is always quick to pull back when a tiny, baby tentacle looks like it's about to reach for her. But she seems to be enjoying herself and that may even be a slight smile curling her lips.

So. Red girl, poking water.

Come poke back?

(OOC: apologies for extreme lameness and disappearance. F'REALZ. :( )

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...hey, lookit!

Pretty.

Penance watches the flakes fall to the ground with a happy little smile, utterly approving of ice crystals that sparkle with light. But then she's being gestured at. And here's the part where Penance should be saying her name, which people always seem to have trouble with... namely because Penance has trouble with it.

Headtilt?

Headtiiiilt? No, Snow already did that. Other side maybe?

Hmm.

Dilemma.

Strange red possibly-spirit, your name is now... Thorn.

Which Snow demonstrates by sculpting a delicate rose out of more borrowed water, tapping the base of a sharp little thorn with her fingertip, and then holding it out, smiling all the while. Present! Naming-present, at that.

Pretty!

And names, too.

But pretty!

Still smiling, Penance hesitates before slowly reaching out. She wants the present, but she wants it enough to be worried about breaking it.

Hmmm.

Thorn is a bit... pointy, it's true. Hence the name.

Snow holds up a finger in the universal sign of I has an IDEA!, and takes the rose back for a moment, bestowing a solemn kiss to the translucent petals. Perhaps her breath seems to shiver and glow in the air around the flower for a moment, and perhaps it doesn't. Either way, she's much more confident about handing it over this time. See? No problem, Thorn! Snow's got it covered.

Does she? Well, okay, if she's sure...

Penance still looks a little nervous about it all, though. She presents her hand, palm up, and hopes Snow is careful of her fingertips as she sets the rose down.

Snow is careful more out of an overdeveloped sense of ceremony than anything else.

But either way, she doesn't end up touching Thorn's sharp fingers. Only the rose does, and it seems to be fine so far.

.......EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Penance is so happy right now. This is better than ice cream! She beams at the rose and tilts her head to get a better look at the rose, her hand twisting around to watch it sparkle in the light.

It sparkles very prettily. Snow waas named her proper name for a reason, and pretty sparkles is it.

She's happy to have made Penance so delighted, too. The smile is an easy way to pick up on that. Snow's smiles are obvious.

Penance's are, too, though it's mostly from disuse than brilliance. But she turns her own little smile up to Snow.

She'd give her a present, too, but it would most likely end up shredded.

...wait...

Penance now has a plan.

Awwww, a Thorn-smile!

This must be rewarded.

Apparently, rewards for smiling at Snow include Snow sitting down a little ways away, wrapping her arms around her knees, resting her chin on same, and beaming some more.

Who said they had to be complicated things? Fft.

That's an awesome reward! Penance smiles and mimics Snow, knees drawn up and arms wrapped around them, chin settled carefully atop her knee. Her toes dig into the dirt (and slice a few rocks), but that's okay.

Huh.

Perhaps Thorn is a once-off spirit. Snow's met a few of those! And presumably there's a once-off spirit for "being pointy and cutting things a lot", just like there can be for everything else.

Extra beam! Snow's proud of having given Thorn the right name!

Beam-back! Just for the sake of it, not because Penance has made any correct assumations. Except maybe that she's made a friend. That's good, isn't it? Yes, of course!

...yes?

Yes!

YAYFRIENDS.

Snow loves friends! She has TONS.

...

She can't find any of them lately, but NOT TO WORRY. The fact that half the world has been stepped on by large scary things is TOTALLY EXPLAINABLE.

...

Yeah.

Possibly the drifting-off-pensive-look thing that Snow's got going on here is not so much of the good.

But after a moment she blinks, looks at Penance, and smiles brightly again. New friends, after all! Here-friends. Red-and-sharp-and-pointy friends. Interesting friends.

:D

:D

Well, really :)!

Setting her rose down carefully (which really consists of letting it roll off her palm carefully), Penance leans forward over her knees to set a finger gently against the dirt.

Dangerously pointy fingertips are excellent for drawing pretty pictures in the mud.

OOH PRETTY PICTURES.

Snow is utterly captivated. She even leans forward a little and brushes her hair out of her eyes, the better to see the picture happen.

Careful, of course, not to get near Thorn's dangerously pointy bits.

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