eighth entry; action

[awingofhope]

[Here he is, back once more. A terrified little shaking ball curled up at the edge of the forest. It looks like he was trying to get all the way back to town, but just didn't have the courage. From the trail in the snow, it looks like he's just been wandering around in tiny circles because he couldn't figure out where to go. There are a few deep

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[iterance]

[Having been taking a walk to gather ideas on what to draw, she easily spots the boy that is curled up at the edge of the forest. Momentarily taken back by his appearance, she approaches slowly so as to not alert him. He may be a stranger, but she's concerned nevertheless.]

Are you all right?

[awingofhope]

[the boy cringes slightly as Namine comes closer, curling further into a ball and peering up at her with an expression that could only be described as 'kicked puppy.'. He gnawed on his lower lip, hands playing with the hem of his muddy pants.]

Is this still here?

[iterance]

[There's something about that expression that prompts her to slow down even more. She kneels in front of him, leaving a good distance between the two to give him some space. Then she's partially thrown off by his words.]

"This"?

[awingofhope]

[The luxury of the distance between them seems to calm Florian a little. Close, but not too close - he's the type to come at his own time, always has been and probably always will be, although now it seems that the time will take a little longer.]

Luceti? [he looks to her back now, the wings seem to confirm it.] ... Can you go get Sync, please?

[voiced]

[corrinesbell]

[hearing the familiar noises, if indeed there are noises, of someone just returned]

Hey. You okay out there?