017 - Feet to the Sky

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Since the labyrinth was such a well received addiction to the Plane Reinette has returned -- with a new escort of sorts. A strong, sturdy tree, though that is only part of the story. Attached to it is a wide, carved wooden swing. There is a rope attached to it as well, designed to prevent the user from swinging too high. Though that hangs rather uselessly to the side. Reinette is in the swing, gently pushing it back and forth with a single satin shoe as she looks up at the stars]

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[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[considers it quietly a moment before taking a seat, swinging tentatively]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Reinette stands back to allow her a proper amount of space that is almost encouraging in the expanse]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[seems almost like she'll take the offer, but instead just keeps idly swinging back and forth without much effort]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[then, directly]

Are you well?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Hmm? [she's caught off-guard by the question, but manages to recover quickly, offering Reinette a smile] Of course, dear. Why wouldn't I be?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she is still eying her critically]

Because you are not here.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

And yet you can clearly see me sitting right here. I'm certainly nowhere else, Reinette.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Sarcasm is below you, I think. Or at least that was the impression you gave.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[purses her lips] Forgive me. That was rude, I know. I've simply been thinking lately, that's all. I find myself slipping into the habit among company, as well.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[still watches her]

I would hope that you are thinking. I cannot imagine my days without thought and contemplation. But if you do not wished to be pressed as to the topic, I would seek to improve your masks.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[and so she sets her mask to that arrogant little smirk of hers] I appreciate your concern, dear, but I hardly think I need advice. I'm perfectly capable.