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Week Name/Date/Time: Carrers Abound/Saturday, December 4th, 2005/ 5:37pm
Location: Grounds
Open to: Joryface
Currently Involving: Jory and Saffron
Well, the snow cones had gone over very well. So well, in fact, that when she came across Jory's name on her Pre-Christmas Gift Preparation List, she quickly scribbled down "Cups, Shovel, Flavored Liquids". Now he could have snow cones over the Hols without her. Maybe he could convince his parents to enjoy them with him - though something told her that without her there, he probably wouldn't exert the energy it took to actually dig in the snow. After all, if he had never made a snow fort, what could be said about his out door traditions? Not that much, that was what.
Luckily for him, Saffron was more than prepared to show him the ropes. Snow fort? Check. Snow cones? Check. A painted snowy landscape? Well after today, that too would be checked off the list! She wasn't sure if Jory would like to paint, but she didn't have any intentions of telling him what they were doing until they got there and he simply could not say no. And if he actually did say no? That was easily remedied. She would force him, of course!
Saffron's pack was stuffed full of things that could not be distinguished from behind it's black cloth. Though, it sat on her boot - so it would not get wet - and not on her back. Why you ask? Because Jory would be the one wearing it of course! She expected that when he looped his arms around her waist he would not have to be scrunched up against her back pack and be poked in the face occasionally by the corner of their canvases.
Oh, didn't you know? They were going flying of course! Her broom hovered low next to her, waiting to be mounted and ridden off into the sunset. Well, perhaps not into the sunset, but it was waiting to be ridden. From their last ride, Saffron realized that her broom, even in it's old age, could in fact support both her and Jory. Good thing they were both thin, then.
Tapping her foot against the snow covered gravel, Saffron sighed. Where was he? She had asked him to meet her three minutes ago. Maybe he had gotten the place wrong? Or maybe he over slept? Either way, Saffron did not bother with anger, as it was something she simply couldn't harbor for anyone, much less Jory, her best mate.
Location: Grounds
Open to: Joryface
Currently Involving: Jory and Saffron
Well, the snow cones had gone over very well. So well, in fact, that when she came across Jory's name on her Pre-Christmas Gift Preparation List, she quickly scribbled down "Cups, Shovel, Flavored Liquids". Now he could have snow cones over the Hols without her. Maybe he could convince his parents to enjoy them with him - though something told her that without her there, he probably wouldn't exert the energy it took to actually dig in the snow. After all, if he had never made a snow fort, what could be said about his out door traditions? Not that much, that was what.
Luckily for him, Saffron was more than prepared to show him the ropes. Snow fort? Check. Snow cones? Check. A painted snowy landscape? Well after today, that too would be checked off the list! She wasn't sure if Jory would like to paint, but she didn't have any intentions of telling him what they were doing until they got there and he simply could not say no. And if he actually did say no? That was easily remedied. She would force him, of course!
Saffron's pack was stuffed full of things that could not be distinguished from behind it's black cloth. Though, it sat on her boot - so it would not get wet - and not on her back. Why you ask? Because Jory would be the one wearing it of course! She expected that when he looped his arms around her waist he would not have to be scrunched up against her back pack and be poked in the face occasionally by the corner of their canvases.
Oh, didn't you know? They were going flying of course! Her broom hovered low next to her, waiting to be mounted and ridden off into the sunset. Well, perhaps not into the sunset, but it was waiting to be ridden. From their last ride, Saffron realized that her broom, even in it's old age, could in fact support both her and Jory. Good thing they were both thin, then.
Tapping her foot against the snow covered gravel, Saffron sighed. Where was he? She had asked him to meet her three minutes ago. Maybe he had gotten the place wrong? Or maybe he over slept? Either way, Saffron did not bother with anger, as it was something she simply couldn't harbor for anyone, much less Jory, her best mate.