out on the grass - thursday morning - 2/7/08

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It wasn't too cold. Nor too hot.

There was some sun... but not enough to bother the eyes. Just enough to warm with its touch.

As such, Liir lay spread out on the grass, enjoying it for the sake of itself. His hands were under his head and the grass was under that, faintly springy and still damp from the morning in a few places. He almost slipped out of himself a few times, but he kept himself grounded by gripping the handle of the broom. If there was ever anything solid, it was that. His bag sat beside him, full of books he should probably read, but he wasn't in the mood for the moment. Right now, happily, he could be.

And so, he just was.

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew didn't walk up to Liir when he spotted him in the grass. He ran. And then flopped down beside the other boy, rolling onto his back to gaze up at the sky.

He didn't say anything.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir didn't say anything either. He just moved his hand from the broom to Andrew's hand.

That worked better.