The Lawn; Late Monday Afternoon [06/05].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Realizing that most of her Fandom experience so far seemed to revolve around food, Summer came to a startling realization. All this eating and no extracurricular sports meant she would soon be facing her own Battle of the Bulge.

Thankfully, that was easily remedied. She found herself a soccer ball and headed oitside, setting to kicking the ball up and down the lawn after a few reps of sut-ups, push-ups, jumping Jacks and stetching. She wasn't great, but she wasn't bad, either, and she had one hell of a kick. She even managed to hit the tree she'd marked as a goal more often than not. Usually with resounding self-fanfare.

"She shoots, she scores! She's done it again, ladies and gents, Summer Smith, bringiNg home another World Cup for the US of A. The crowd is going wild! Whooooo! Yeaaah! Can't wait to see that face on the Wheaties box!"

A good hour of that, and she'd have lost the months worth of piggiNg out in sweat alone.

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[vrajna_kralis]

Bah! Hyacinthe was a city boy! Farming was strictly a country thing. He wouldn't know how to dig up turnips if you paid him.

"My patron--" his mouth gave an ironic twist to the word, though he was mostly thinking of how Phedre used the term "--wished me to attend school. He knew it was odd, though he didn't know the half of it, and wished to know more. He is called the Whoremaster of Spies back home, though I believe 'twas more curiosity that bade him send me. I was unconvinced, but my mother agreed and thus, here I am, far from my home and my friends and my very time."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer shifted a little bit, more from the sweat on her back than from anythiNg else. Man, she felt gross, but she also didn't want to squander an opportunity to talk with someone, especially not a cute, handsome someone.

"How do you like it?" she asked.

[vrajna_kralis]

"Here? 'Tis interesting," Hyacinthe said after a moment of thought. "I have friends and 'tis nice not to have to work all the time, though I fear I'm becoming quite lazy. That being said..." He mulled over what he was feeling, trying to come up with the best way to say it. "'Tis very different than Terre D'Ange. We have few common cultural touchstones. No one here knows of Blessed Elua, or Naamah, or anything I grew up learning. It can be lonely here, even when I'm surrounded by people. And while no one looks down on me for being poor or Tsingani, I watch the tv and I do not think people's general nature have changed much and that saddens me."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah," Summer said quietly after a moment, letting that all sink in because it was so well said and understandable and heavy. Her empathetic nature couldn't help kicking in full force, either, and she took a moment to look up thoughtfully toward the sky. "It's weird," she added. "I've been all across the universe, to different dimensions, different realities, and some of that stuff, no matter where you are, just...never changes. And sometimes? Even when you try to find the good in something, it still turns out that some people, the majority of people, and I mean people of all species and genders and whatever else makes us different from each other, really kind of suck..."

But she shrugged. "That's why I think it's so important to stand up with the ones who don't suck as much, I guess."

[vrajna_kralis]

"You are far more well-traveled than I," Hyacinthe told her. "Until I came here, I'd never left the City of Elua. I'd barely left Night's Doorstep, in fact, which is just one small part of the City. Here, I travel to different places, but it doesn't feel real. We arrive, we stay for an hour, we depart again. Barely counts."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"If that doesn't count," Summer said with a snort, "then I'm not sure I can be considered very well-travelled, either. We tend to show up just long enough to cause trouble, maybe fix it, thrn back home for damage control."

[vrajna_kralis]

"Ahh, see?" Hyacinthe said with a laugh, "I've barely even time to cause trouble with my visits!"

Don't ask whether Anakin had the same opinion as Hya in this instance.

[somethingwithturquoise]

And Summer had to smile at thay, because, man, that was a damn good laugh.

"Oh, I'm sure you could get in a lot of trouble, too, if given half the chance."

Just hopefully not the same kind of trouble they did, since that involved, you know, race riit's and spider wars and downfalls of entire civilizations....

[vrajna_kralis]

If she liked his laugh, whatever would she think about the slow, deliberately sexy smirk he was turning on her. "I suppose it depends on your definition of trouble, does it not? What some people consider trouble, others might find to be a few hours of pleasurable entertainment."

[somethingwithturquoise]

She would think it was pretty much the most perfect thing in the world at that moment. Summer...may have forgotten how to speak for a brief moment.

"Uh...haha." Cue the nervous laughter, a step on the way to gaining her voice, and a nice red, sweaty face. "Yeah, that's pretty true. It's, uh, all about perspective."

She wanted to ask what kind of trouble he might have in mind, but she didn't think she could handle it. Not right now, all sweaty and gross and, oh god, why?

[vrajna_kralis]

She was probably not prepared for his kind of trouble. Though if she were ever up for a little bit of mischief, he'd be happy to oblige.

"I like your perspective on things," Hya told her. "You make good points in class. I like that you speak up."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Oh, sure, Hyacinthe, hit her with your stupid sexy charm and then appeal to highly opinionated brain. Man, he was good.

"Really?" she asked, and now that blush was not going anywhere, just taking on different hues, this one slightly surprised. She wasn't exactly used to people actually appreciating her rants. "I mean, half the time, I don't even really mean to, it just sort of...happens. It's...kind of nice that people here seem to actually listen, too, instead of just brush me off...maybe that is why I'm so vocal. I'm used to having to be so loud just to be heard..."

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe leaned forward, bringing up a hand to ghost over her cheek and tuck a loose tendril of hair back behind her ear if she'd let him. "'Ts a pity you are used to people not listening to you. I don't know that we would always agree on things, but that does not make your point less worthwhile to hear."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Hooooo-ly crap. Cute guy, hand close to her cheek, tucking back her hair and complimenting her. Don't freak out, Summer, you can totally hand this. Just keep cool...

"Ahh...hahaha." Because nervous, flustered laughter was totally keeping it cool. But she couldn't help it, because while it was a really nice gesture, she couldn't help thinking that he surely had to be thinking about the fact that that loose tendril of hair was pretty much soak in sweat. "Uh, thanks. I, uh, appreciate that."

Breathe, that's right, you could still do that, good. And any awareness to sweat became amped up to about eleven and she shifted a little uncomfortably.

"You know, I should really probably get going. It, uh, was nice talking to you, though. I always like listening to what you have to say, too, Hyacinthe."

She just preferred to be a lot less sweaty when it happened.

[vrajna_kralis]

"Of course," Hyacinthe said, scrambling to his feet. Because a gentleman always stood when a lady did. He might not be nobleborn, but he had manners, dammit. "Anytime you wish to speak again, come find me," he invited. "I'm sure we'll find many other things to...speak of."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Or....maybe other things that didn't involve speaking at all?

Okay. So not helping with the sweating. Summer focused a little on her soccer ball, toeing it closer, and, with a little flick of her foot, popped it up in the air. Thank God she caught it, a nice smooth little maneuver that she was actually pretty proud of.

"So which room are you in, anyway? In case I did want to track you down to, ah, um...talk."