William Howard Taft Campfire, Thursday Morning

[withoutverona]

Romeo was still sleepy when he wandered out of the cabin, mug of coffee clenched in one hand. (Someday he'd learn to make it properly without burning it. This wasn't that day, but this attempt was at least palatable when mixed almost 50-50 with cream and sugar.) That was his only excuse for thinking the falling glitter was snow at first, and his only reaction was faint disgust that they weren't done with the cold and wet part of the year yet.

Then he noticed the "snow" wasn't melting against his flesh and was, in fact, sparkling. He stood there stupidly in the morning sun, rotating his glittering limbs and wondering if he should be feeling some urge to kiss a boy.

[OOC: Open, unlit campfire!]

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[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Aha. I only have one whole day where I'm free," he admitted with a smile, "but it is something I've been looking forward to."

[intraspective]

"Are you free today?" she asked, grinning at him and playing with the glitter on the ground.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He nodded.

"That would be the day," he told her.

"Friday I work."

[intraspective]

"I knew that," she said, flicking glitter in his direction. "Did you know there's parties both tomorrow and the next day? That'll be fun too."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Parties?"

No, he'd missed that entirely.

"Are they school events or just..."

[intraspective]

"Saturday's is a birthday party for Chuck," she said, building a tiny little mound of glitter. "And tomorrow's is a Beltane celebration."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Beltane?"

He had to search for a minute before he found it.

"Oh. Well, that should be interesting. I should probably find out if anyone needs catering assistance."

It was what he contributed best, after all.

"Either way, they sound fun. Anything today?"

[intraspective]

"For me? Or in general?" Ino glanced up. "I was heading into town to pester Katina, but other than that I'm free."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Both. Would you be up for a flight sometime? I haven't been up lately and I think I might be a bit rusty..."

[intraspective]

"I doubt you're rusty," she teased. "But I can definitely go flying!"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He ruffled his hair at her, sending more sparkles her way.

"Dusty then!"

[intraspective]

"Definitely right now," she laughed, batting at the sparkles and only getting more on herself. "I wonder if the broom would get sparkles stuck to it?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Almost definitely. It might even look nice with the little flowers that've sprung up."

[intraspective]

...

"...what kind of flowers?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shrugged.

"Just the little pink ones that come up in the spring. I'm sure I don't have to tell you it's just a bit more alive than a broom should be."

[intraspective]

"Noooo," she said, sticking her tongue out at him for that. "If it's pink and on a tree branch then, though, I wonder what they are?"

Cherry blossoms?

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head.

"They're in the brush. And they're very small. You could look at them if you like," he offered as he reached over to his hip.

And true to his word, mixed in with the other somewhat greenish growth, there were a few little pink flowers (http://www.bihrmann.com/caudiciforms/difo/tal-pan-flo.jpg).

[intraspective]

"Awwwww," she cooed, leaning over to look at them. "Aren't you just the cutest? You silly flowers."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Anyone else and he might give a look. This, however, was Ino.

"They usually stay for the summer before fading in the fall, just like normal flowers."

[intraspective]

"You know," she said, to the flowers, "that's not the safest place to be sillies, not when the broom flies and the wind gets cold."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I'm careful with them. I even prune the brush when I need to."

[intraspective]

Ino grinned at him. "I'm sure you are," she assured him. "I'm just fussing."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He grinned and nodded.

"You never told me how those seeds worked out, you know," he realized. So many things bringing up the past lately: Glinda, Karal, Glitch.

[intraspective]

"I did so," she said, mildly indignant. "You just keep forgetting! Every time you ask that I tell you, and then you ask that again. They're gorgeous--I've got some out in the garden past the stables now, which okay, you wouldn't have known--but they're gorgeous and flourishing."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He laughed a little.

"They are living things," he said in reply.

"They do grow and change."

He leaned back, tipping his head back as well before he got some glitter on his face.

"Ugh. It's very pretty but it feels so sticky!"