[Hmph!! She'd like to bicker more (it's fun and familiar), but... before she can, they reach the park again. He slows to a stop, and she does as well, tilting her head from one side to the other as she thinks about it.
In truth, she can barely feel it--those sorts of affects are mitigated by the sort of faerie she is, so the quizzical look on her face is honest.]
Well... it's green, which is nice. And it's beautifully tended to, too.
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In truth, she can barely feel it--those sorts of affects are mitigated by the sort of faerie she is, so the quizzical look on her face is honest.]
Well... it's green, which is nice. And it's beautifully tended to, too.
... Is there something weird about it?