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[pretty_weena]

It's spring! it's always spring where she used to live, and always flowers, but the flowers here are all different, exciting, all pretty and different from the ones she remembers, all sorts of colours. She has the pockets of her golden dress filled with them, Jik's earring around one of her tiny wrists, and she is looking for her Important People

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[primate_grin]

It's fairly hard to miss Jik in this place, if you're looking for him; and eventually he can be found somewhere along the path that circles the lake, on what is no doubt a completely innocent sightseeing stroll.

[pretty_weena]

Weena lets out a little cry of happiness and runs down the path to him barefoot, calling out to halt him.

[primate_grin]

He turns, a deceptively lazy movement. Only when he recognizes her does he break into a smile. "So you've come to find me," he says in his own language, since she doesn't seem to understand his Compact pidgin even as well as most humans. "What have you got, there?"

[pretty_weena]

She reaches into her pockets and offers him slightly crumpled daffodils, crane's foot, early primrose and pussywillow, grape hyacinth, ordinary hyacinth.