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[wheretheferngrows]

 

sending crystal | letters and notes | in-person visits

To contact Fern IC: Leave a response to this entry specifying the means of contact (e.g., sending crystal, in person visit, etc.) To contact me OOC: Discord:  middlemarching#9936 Plurk:  ragweed NB:  I work 9-5pm EST Mon-Fri, have additional volunteer obligations, and write fiction in my free time.

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haring 18;

[thunderproof]

It's been a while since Adalia's seen Fern in the library. They never really got close after their initial introduction — Adalia might send Charis over to bother Fern if she looked particularly frustrated with something, but she didn't go over herself after that first day — but Adalia is in the library enough to note when the people who should be there are not. She's not particularly concerned — people have lives, and Fern never seemed all that pleased about having to do all her studying anyway, maybe she just decided to stop — but she is a little disappointed. Even if she hadn't talked to Fern since that first time she'd sat across from her, she'd kind of always expected she would, one day, and that Fern would be there to be talked to.

That's why, when Adalia looks up from a book and sees Fern sitting a few tables away, she can't help but smile. This time, she won't waste a second. Adalia quietly closes her book and gathers all her things, turning to Charis to raise her finger to her lips to let him know to be quiet, and then she creeps up on Fern. Slowly. Silently. Like a cat. Charis copies her, taking slow, careful steps.

They slide abruptly into Fern's line of sight, smiling brightly —

"Well, look who's come back! I thought you'd —" The smile dims quickly once Adalia's gotten a look at Fern's face, and she trails off without finishing her sentence. That is not the face of a person who needs a high-energy half-elf yelling about how she's been missing for a few weeks. That is the face of someone who needs a hug.

Adalia's not sure she's the right person to be giving any hugs, but she can't just ignore Fern now. She sets her books and papers on the table and crouches next to Fern's seat. Charis chitters nervously and raises onto his hind legs, nosing at Fern's arm.

"What happened, Fern?"

action

[keenly]

They haven't spoken too much in the weeks since they started rooming together. This morning, Colin has woken up a little late and is in a rush, hurriedly piling blankets on the bed and pulling on an overtunic. His hair is an absolute mess, and that's the next thing he starts working on, gently, with his fingers, before starting to yank it all into a single braid.

On the bed, his pillow is askew, revealing a very large chef's knife, about a quarter-inch unsheathed from the night's tossing and turning.

Crystal

[justice_is_blond]

Hello, Fern.

[His voice is gentle.]

How are you doing?

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[tagartist]

Chloe had realized that she wasn't entirely sure how to find Fern to thank her for taking care of her when she'd found her in a less than great state. The sleeping aids were finally helping, at least making Chloe feel a little bit more well rested if nothing else. While things were strange still and she knew she wasn't feeling well yet, the bags under her eyes were slowly starting to at least become less prominent as she managed to get a couple full nights of rest.

The hyperfocusing hadn't changed too much, but it seemed to have shifted focus to something she was more familiar with; she'd managed to get ahold of some charcoal and something that was close enough to paper for her to start drawing again. Art wasn't her first love by any means, but it was a strong enough one that she had ended up with fingers black as night and smudges on her face and arms before too long. She had rolled up one particular drawing when she had finished it, deciding that she was going to bring it to the elf who had made her night a little bit more bearable.

The only place she could hope she'd show up though was the herb garden she'd found her in, so she had sort of... loitered, waiting to see if she would spot her, sighing in relief when she finally did because it meant she wasn't just hanging out like a creep for no reason. She had stepped forward relatively quickly, so that she didn't lose her nerve.

"Uh - hey. Remember me? I asked you to kill me, put my foot in my mouth immediately after."

crystal, after the sickness.

[dashing]

Serah Doirnáin? This is Knight Enchanter Amsel. I realise we've not spoken in a while, but I wondered if you might be free to discuss a matter that I think may be of some interest.