06][Wonder why we tried, for things that could never be.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ A very tired looking Time Lord makes an appearance since her last one several months previous.

Seated upon the grassy banks of one of lakes from Gallifrey that she had brought with her, the President looks different. For starters it had looked as if she had had a hair cut but it was already starting to grow out. It came just short of her shoulders and lacked the usual ornaments for once. But still she seemed to favor her classier outfits that were not entirely Time Lord fashion sense and yet it lacked any distinguishing features to place the decade of time it had been from. A deep, rich blue skirt pooled around her from where she sat, dressed in a high collared black blouse with flowing sleeves and a black belt secured at the hip around her waist.

And had it not been for the sling supporting her left arm and the bandage covering her right cheek, one would not have noticed. But Romana did not appear to be phased by of this. On the contrary she seemed to be at peace with herself for once, even if her eyes did seem to say otherwise. ]

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What happened, Romana?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

A few things here and there.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[leans down, putting a hand to the red grass and closing his eyes]

It even feels different.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ looking out at the water still, her free hand brushes some hair away from her face ]

How have things been here?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[softly, as he approaches her, gaze lingering for only a moment on her injuries]

I haven't walked on this grass for a long time.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[ She doesn't even look up at the Doctor, her focus remaining on the lingering but gentle waves of the lake before them. ]

It is oddly comforting.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he stops at a close but respectful distance] In its way.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Master notices the grass first. He leans over, digs some up by the roots, and puts it in his pockets]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[The President sees what you did there.] Can I help you with something?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I'd like samples from the trees, too. And as much of the animal life as possible.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

That is a rather large request on your part.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You asked if you could help with anything, and that was it. Not like I expected you to follow through on it.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

I was only making a passing remark on it. It was just an observation.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Of course, Lady President. How is Gallfirey treating you?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

As it usually does.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

With non-answers and injuries?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[The smallest of smiles tugs at her lips.]

Would it be any other way?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Well, even when I was held prisoner they never actually hit me. It would get their gloves dirty.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

They would hardly make an exception for one such as myself.

These were attained off planet.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What in Rassilon's great stagnant stone statue is the President doing off of Gallifrey?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Tending to matters that I could not trust anyone but myself to oversee.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Fisticuffs with the Monan Host?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Tug-of-war over a laser blaster with a Drale.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Good thing you won it, or I'd have to reject you as President on principle.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

If I didn't know any better I would think you were trying to pay me a compliment.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Of course not, my Lady! I'm simply insulting the Drale.