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smash_logs2013-09-25 05:03 pm
heartofarapier) wrote in smash_logs2013-09-25 05:03 pm
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Who: Connor, Eirika
When: Today, sure. 09/25
What: A celebration of autumn's beginning with Apple Everything thinly veiling some hopefully deep and meaningful conversation.
Where: Town and academy grounds
Warnings: My whole goal is to make you vomit rainbows. I mean, none. Probably.
What, precisely, am I doing?
It was probably the best question that popped into her head where she stood idle. To go from so much focus on her studies into what appeared to be a frivolous activity seemed such a change that in the couple of weeks that classes had begun again, Eirika wondered if she'd already developed her first ill habit of the beginning school year. Sure to be followed up with constant complaints about how utterly ridiculous Gordon's arithmetic continued to be, and how all classes should have been as entertaining as Flurrie's drama instruction.
But she wasn't doing school work at all. Somehow, some way - which she could have imagined was simply personal bias - Connor had managed to interrupt her long enough to get her nose out of her books and into a setting sun, pink and orange skies, and she became the designated apple carrier. At least until she assumed her accompanying basket grew too heavy for her. There was no way they were going to pick that many, right?
With everything as it is, it's hard to believe not too long ago all things were in an uproar. Standing out here like this, it seems so peaceful. And yet there is very little in me at peace along with it. There are sixteen calendar days remaining.
"Connor," she found herself saying to the man ahead of her while trying to regain some of the lost paces between them. "What do you intend to do with what we pick anyway?" For surely he'd not the intent to eat them all at once.
When: Today, sure. 09/25
What: A celebration of autumn's beginning with Apple Everything thinly veiling some hopefully deep and meaningful conversation.
Where: Town and academy grounds
Warnings: My whole goal is to make you vomit rainbows. I mean, none. Probably.
What, precisely, am I doing?
It was probably the best question that popped into her head where she stood idle. To go from so much focus on her studies into what appeared to be a frivolous activity seemed such a change that in the couple of weeks that classes had begun again, Eirika wondered if she'd already developed her first ill habit of the beginning school year. Sure to be followed up with constant complaints about how utterly ridiculous Gordon's arithmetic continued to be, and how all classes should have been as entertaining as Flurrie's drama instruction.
But she wasn't doing school work at all. Somehow, some way - which she could have imagined was simply personal bias - Connor had managed to interrupt her long enough to get her nose out of her books and into a setting sun, pink and orange skies, and she became the designated apple carrier. At least until she assumed her accompanying basket grew too heavy for her. There was no way they were going to pick that many, right?
With everything as it is, it's hard to believe not too long ago all things were in an uproar. Standing out here like this, it seems so peaceful. And yet there is very little in me at peace along with it. There are sixteen calendar days remaining.
"Connor," she found herself saying to the man ahead of her while trying to regain some of the lost paces between them. "What do you intend to do with what we pick anyway?" For surely he'd not the intent to eat them all at once.