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There are bluebirds over- Wait, those don't go here! [Mingle]
Date: 11.11.2018
Characters: Open!
Note: This is intended to be a very relaxed mingle to give people a bit of a breather. It is plot-related, but a lot less dramatic than prior mingles.
On the 11th, something about Mossgate Council has changed yet again - but this time, it isn't nearly as disturbing and dangerous as back on Halloween.
Instead of cobwebs and skeletons, there are poppies. Red poppies and white poppies have flowered over night. They cover fields and lawns, the Greens and the forest ground, troop exercise areas over at the airfields, the gardens of the manor house, and even parts of the beach.
And up over the white cliffs of Mossgate, bluebirds flap their wings, flying around and sitting on the castle ruins, and if one stands still for a while and offers breadcrumbs, they'll come over and sit on that person's hand to have a snack, too.
They seem a bit confused, but not nearly as confused as the ornithology department at Mossgate University that can't save itself from interviews - no, they have no idea how that American species suddenly showed up in such numbers and why they're sticking to the cliffs specifically. Jane Astbury finally suggests with some exasperation that maybe they're just doing a music-themed tour of Europe, and could they please let her staff and students teach and study in peace?
Characters: Open!
Note: This is intended to be a very relaxed mingle to give people a bit of a breather. It is plot-related, but a lot less dramatic than prior mingles.
On the 11th, something about Mossgate Council has changed yet again - but this time, it isn't nearly as disturbing and dangerous as back on Halloween.
Instead of cobwebs and skeletons, there are poppies. Red poppies and white poppies have flowered over night. They cover fields and lawns, the Greens and the forest ground, troop exercise areas over at the airfields, the gardens of the manor house, and even parts of the beach.
And up over the white cliffs of Mossgate, bluebirds flap their wings, flying around and sitting on the castle ruins, and if one stands still for a while and offers breadcrumbs, they'll come over and sit on that person's hand to have a snack, too.
They seem a bit confused, but not nearly as confused as the ornithology department at Mossgate University that can't save itself from interviews - no, they have no idea how that American species suddenly showed up in such numbers and why they're sticking to the cliffs specifically. Jane Astbury finally suggests with some exasperation that maybe they're just doing a music-themed tour of Europe, and could they please let her staff and students teach and study in peace?
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Some moments should be cherished.
The birds, meanwhile, take the initiative. Such adorably greedy fellows! Acting like they're not being watched, two of the smaller crowd hop all the way over, darting onto her hands just long enough to snatch up the seeds before heading back for shelter in numbers.
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Hand rubbed of the seed dust on her pant leg, she adjusts the position of her sketchbook to return to drawing only to notice it had drawn Walter's attention. With a smile, she asks, "Do you want some seeds to give them? I have enough to share."
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Walter cuts off his own snickering to answer Nel's question. "I'd be glad to, if you're willing."
He holds out a hand, using the other to keep his sketchbook close to his side.
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He flicks the seeds out at the birds, a few at a time and in an arc, divided into equal angles...
Further scrambling ensues, though none try to land on Walter's head again.
"I'd hate to think someone's missing their pets in all of this," he voices suddenly.
Unless it really is just an oddly-migrated flock.
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The comment gets a glance from Nel, a soft frown appearing as she considers the notion, “I hope not... And I hope the poppies weren’t taken from anyone else trying to celebrate today.” Were something to suddenly sweep away the cats in her home, no doubt her entire family would be upset with her included.
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"France and the Netherlands aren't calling for their flowers back, if that helps any."
Though there had been some memeposts to that effect, there hadn't been any formally filed international complaints!
"So if these are 'misplaced', they don't seem to have been stolen from anyone."
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Smiling freely with the reassurance there has been no call for a return of flowers with a giggle, she nods her head. It does help.
“Do you know where the birds are supposed to be living?” she inquires. Maybe Walter knows how far they are from home.
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"Most birds follow the direction of warmer weather, if they don't already live at the equator. So heading this direction instead of 'South for the winter' is, well, rather contrary of them."
The wording provokes a smile out of him.
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“Do you think they got lost? Will they go South before they get caught by the snow?”
/insert metaphor over what the Numbered are becoming here.
"I don't think that's how birds get lost. If their sense of direction was distorted by a storm, perhaps, but even then it couldn't have blocked their sense of the whole Atlantic..."
Well, presumably.
Walter keeps one hand stretched out towards the birds, waiting.
"They should be able to survive on their own if they still head South, though I can't say they'll have an easy time going back home."
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Movement draws her gaze away from Walter to his hand as one of the birds comes closer, chirping uncertainly.
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A part of him thinks to chirp back at the bird, but he mentally waves that off, keeping his hand steady.
"... A strong one," he adds. If it'd been a plane it would certainly have made the news for that reason.
People would panic if bees were released on a plane by accident, and they were smaller than these birds.
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Her attention comes back closer as the little shy bird edges closer only for another to dart in, snatch a beakful, and dart away into the crowd. The cautious bird squawks indignantly after the other, and using that, finally braves hopping up on Walter’s hand and stays put to eat more than a single seed.
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Still, he doesn't have such a thing.
The lone brave bird gets its reward of seeds, and from the expression on Walter's face, the pecking tickles!
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Happy to watch the bird eating its fill from what remains in Walter’s hand, Nel will start to sketch while able to see such clear details of this bird. Not that the seeds last too long, and once gone, the bird rests for a brief pause before returning off to the flock.
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"I think we've been dismissed."
And fade out...?
For now however, she'll be glad to work on drawing the birds at a distance and spending time chatting with Walter.
That's fine!
Deliberate self-repetition aside - well, that made this day of flower-and-bird-based therapy a success!