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     “Oh! It makes the cutest noises!” Holding carefully in her hand was a small wind chime. If she had just a little more money she’d probably buy it. 

   a little less familiar with these kind of things than she’d like to admit, it took her a moment before getting exactly how it actually worked, giving it a little shake to provoke the noises. she was surprised to see the girl’s excitement over such a thing was far from exaggerated.

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     how beautiful are the silky shades of red that fall under her gaze, so oddly reminiscent of a companion she had once journeyed beside. It was more than enough to cause the Fool herself to give a slight smile, unable to withhold her appreciation of one of her favourite colours, let alone for how well the other wore it in contrast to what others could only dream of.

     ❝ You don’t see a lot of people with red hair. It’s nice. ❞

   a mutual, quiet admiration filled her as she came to meet the eyes of the youth, only the faintest smile even as it spoke volumes. though lacking the sense of familiarity, she couldn’t help but delight in those bright red eyes, a near match to the fiery tones of her own hair. arms crossed so loosely, she couldn’t help but give away a faint sound, a mix of appreciation and amusement.

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“ y’know, i used to be something of a gardener myself. ” of course, his idea of ‘gardening’ was plucking fruit out of the hands of hapless street vendors, but it was no less true. he figured as much, anyways.

   “ is that so? “ she idly mused, preferring instead to peruse the varied colors of those flowers in a perpetual full bloom. though he had her ears, the rest of her senses were clearly elsewhere. “ being something of a city girl, i can’t say i know too much of it. “

even as a mortal, Corrick was not one for sleeping for a long time; he had always been early to rise and often watched the sun rise.. now that he did not need to sleep, he saw many sunrises, so many that they tended to blur together in his mind. to see someone capturing it (as well as the other sights of nature) in the form of art, words or otherwise, was nothing new– but it was refreshing to see that not everyone took each day for granted.

he gestures to the seat next to her and says, “Would sitting next to you disrupt you?”

   though she preferred her solitude, company of others was rarely disputed. with a cursory glance away from the papers that absorbed her focus, concentration momentarily broken by the stranger, she had beckoned forward lazily, an invitation of sorts. while his attention may have been to the sunset, it seemed as if she did not bother to peer up more than once, little more than occasional food for thought.

She didn’t fare well with others touching her, it showed with eyes widening and brows furrowing. At first Milt was about to push this woman away, but then she caught her smile, her genuine concern to help. It was so rare in a day and age where adults only used each other to get what they wanted. The gesture caught her off guard and before she knew it, she’s relaxed and taking deep breaths as directed. “–..I’ll b’ fine. Just confused as hell right now. I could’a sworn I was yellin’ at m’ boss before wakin’ up here.”

This made no sense to the mechanic. One minute she’s off arguing and the next, passed out on some dark alleyway street that eerily resembled her own streets. At first glance even, she assumed he’d thrown her out to get some time to cool down, but upon further inspection, Milt was now where she was, being consoled by a stranger.

“…Really, m’ okay.”

   as soon as she had begun to pull herself together, red had taken a step away, her warm, consoling hand withdrawn to let the woman find her footing here. though she wouldn’t leave her side yet, there was an aura of a defiant strength surrounding her. admirable as it was, red had no intention of trying to clash over anything. getting her home was the last thing to be worried about at the moment.

   “ good. don’t think too hard on it, alright? it’ll only make you feel worse. “

   even as she had stepped away in that moment, that warmth remained radiating. a stranger still, it had been made clear as day that she looked for nothing but helping this displaced soul.

“–Shit..I can’t remember hearin’ that place on the map.. Ugh m’ head hurts.” Holding her head in her hands, she felt her shoulders drop, puzzled by what he red head was telling her. The woman’s garb only led her to believe she was still in her own era, but the way she put it, Milt probably wasn’t. “Fuck…this s’ confusing. Yer Cloudbank looks like m’ home but it’s not at the same time. Ugh…I need a drink.”

   “ hey-- hey. listen. “

   a suddenly outreached hand, resting upon a slumped shoulder. though she remained a stranger, she radiated a certain warmth, matching to the tone of those red locks. without a stake in any of this, no claim to fame or fortune beyond what she made for herself, she had offered a consoling ear to this distraught, confused woman.

   far be it from her to speculate why, but an eerie silence always befell the city as the sun rose. perhaps she was an early riser, or those around her opted to sleep in. regardless, were it not an opportunity for her to focus on which she loved, eyes and pen pouring over sheets of paper with a grin curving her lips, she’d have likely slept in too.