dì​sì​; the red shoes.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[River is sprawled out on the ground - again, let's be honest, she's done this sort of thing before - with multi-coloured markers and a book of fairy tales stolen from the library on the Plane. On first glance she appears to be annotating it; on further inspection, it becomes clear that she's not so much annotating as editing, crossing out whole sections and writing new ones in the margins, pointing out fallacies, and occasionally drawing diagrams. She's fixing it, you see! Making it better. It may or may not be a very valuable edition.

You'll thank her later.]

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[oliverplus]

[stares at her. what does that mean? has she talked to someone about him? no, that can't be it; she said that before she even knew his name, and it's not like he's even told many people. so how? can she read minds like Mu, maybe?] [nervously] But...how do you know about that? We haven't met before.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

I just know. It's in the way you talk, walk. I can see.

[...Yes, River, that was helpful. And she seems to be expecting him to understand this right off.]

[oliverplus]

[frowns, trying to decide if he can believe that she could tell just from that. maybe there's a reason for it] Are you...displaced...too, River?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[This icon? This icon is her face. Sorry, Oliver, in River's world this IS a reply.]

[oliverplus]

Uh...that's a no then. Sorry.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Gracious like a gracious thing:] Dé​ráo​rén​chù​qiě​ráo​rén​.

[...Geez that was a long word, the narration sure hopes it was more or less correct. Preferably more.

Anyway, River goes back to writing. And drawing. Now she's drawing a horse!]

[oliverplus]

[that was certainly a long word, but Oliver has absolutely no idea what it meant. so he watches her draw instead, still trying to make heads or tails of this odd girl]