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Who: Pyrrha Nikos (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
metalist) & Minato Arisato (moribound)
When: 8/26 IC
Where: CERES gardens
What: Shoujo petals meets a zombie movie
Rating/Warning: n/a
[ It's a rare moment alone that Pyrrha seeks to exploit, drawing out her errand for as long as reasonable before Rideaux gets irritated. Her time is well in demand lately, and as much as Pyrrha is grateful to have time to give at all, she's relieved in have half an hour to herself. To walk, to think. To not have to smile.
It's not all relief in silence, however. The detour through the gardens - a scenic route she remembers well, despite having been gone and having been nothing in turn - is a pleasant distraction from cumbersome thoughts. Pyrrha's gone out of her way to fill her days to bursting in order to fight off everything she remembers, to begin again—when things creep in, it takes all her energy to fight off the sound of Cinder's arrow loosing from the bow, singing melodiously through the air.
So, to combat that, there's flowers, and the faint babbling of water, and birdsong.
There's also an albino shiba inu blinking up at her from a few feet away.
Pyrrha's going to say hi to it, because of course she is. ]
Uh, hello.
[ Looking around, ]
Are you all by yourself?
[ He isn't, but there's a lot of trees and flower bushes close at hand blocking her full field of vision. ]
metalist) & Minato Arisato (moribound)When: 8/26 IC
Where: CERES gardens
What: Shoujo petals meets a zombie movie
Rating/Warning: n/a
[ It's a rare moment alone that Pyrrha seeks to exploit, drawing out her errand for as long as reasonable before Rideaux gets irritated. Her time is well in demand lately, and as much as Pyrrha is grateful to have time to give at all, she's relieved in have half an hour to herself. To walk, to think. To not have to smile.
It's not all relief in silence, however. The detour through the gardens - a scenic route she remembers well, despite having been gone and having been nothing in turn - is a pleasant distraction from cumbersome thoughts. Pyrrha's gone out of her way to fill her days to bursting in order to fight off everything she remembers, to begin again—when things creep in, it takes all her energy to fight off the sound of Cinder's arrow loosing from the bow, singing melodiously through the air.
So, to combat that, there's flowers, and the faint babbling of water, and birdsong.
There's also an albino shiba inu blinking up at her from a few feet away.
Pyrrha's going to say hi to it, because of course she is. ]
Uh, hello.
[ Looking around, ]
Are you all by yourself?
[ He isn't, but there's a lot of trees and flower bushes close at hand blocking her full field of vision. ]