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Ingress had a brilliant birthday. She’s eleven. Eleven is nearly grown up! It’s also the year when children in the stories she’s read come into their own. Adventures begin, schooling starts, worlds are saved… she can hardly wait to see what will happen next.

Her party earlier was such fun. Door was almost nice to Puck; Ingress had worried a little about that after she invited him. But he was very nice and charming, and Tom was nice, too, and Puck helped Ingress steal lots of roses off the cake while Havelock talked to Tom and Door, and it was brilliant.

She ate far too much icing sugar, but Tom had the peppermint potion waiting for her when the party was over. She feels much better now. And she’s eleven!

It sounds so good in her head. Eleven, eleven, eleven.

She should have asked Mary to stay the night with her, she thinks, as she tosses and turns. She’s never going to fall asleep, even with staying up past her bedtime. Tom and Door insisted she go to bed after she started yawning. They can be so silly sometimes.

She tosses one more time, and she thinks, again, how impossible it will be to go to sleep tonight. Her eyelids flutter and close. It is not long before she’s deep in dreams.

Re: Green grow the rushes, oh

Date: 2010-05-24 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honest-johns.livejournal.com
"Adventures?"

There's a slight lopsidedness to his smile, a private wryness, but that's all.

"I started training a moit younger than you, I wot, but I was fourteen when our fathers sent us on our first mission riding out. Fifteen when I passed my trial."

"At eleven I was still in lessoning, say true, and Bert and Ro the same. Thee's time yet by my warrant, if ka allows."
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From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
Tinkling music is coming from the next stall over, which would be bothersome if it weren't for the melody being so light. There's nothing to worry about -

- But music can't help with Megwyn's hooves!
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From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
Set up at the back of the stall, Sallie Reynolds in uncharacteristic riding pants is sitting in front of a piano where feed buckets should be hanging, the detritus of a horse's life replaced with a bench and an old lady sitting on it.

"Ingress! Come here dear - I love it when you listen to me play."
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From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
The music doesn't correspond to the keys Sallie presses on the keyboard itself, and it's all felt far more than heard - good vibes, Malcolm would call them, in that way where there's a man in a brown coat standing behind the stall door and silent.

"Always did enjoy more play than work," Sallie offers, sing-song tone and brightness, and Mal's just standing there, maybe waiting his turn.
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From: [personal profile] oneman_onevote
Havelock is peering at his ice cream with clinical interest.

...

Give him a moment.

Re: Not all is as it seems

Date: 2010-05-26 02:07 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (2 scary shadows)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
A man - or the shape of a man - stands near Ingress, staring out over the water. He wears a dark hooded robe.

When he sighs, it is a familiar sound.

Re: Not all is as it seems

Date: 2010-05-26 02:11 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (2 scary shadows)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"Is it?"

The man doesn't move. The hood shrouds his face.

"Perhaps you are."
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From: [personal profile] queenofmay
The trees glow with the warm golden light from the sky above them, and the wind in the branches whispers, shaking leave which are not emerald but almost seem to dream of being such an old, beloved shade.

There is a soft laughter coming from above her, just as a slow shower of the leaves shower down on the girl below the tree.

Re: Not all is as it seems

Date: 2010-05-26 02:13 am (UTC)
young_tmriddle: (voldemort)
From: [personal profile] young_tmriddle
"Fair can be foul. Haven't I taught you that?"

The man's voice is Tom's, but it's not. It's more sibilant.

"Darkness is to be feared. Lies, as well."

The man turns toward her.

"You'll know in time. And then where shall we be?"
queenofmay: (Smile like the sun - vands88)
From: [personal profile] queenofmay
There is a rustle of skirts, and a second wave of leaves falling.

"Maybe it's you?" The voice is quiet and smooth and teasing.

Re: Green grow the rushes, oh

Date: 2010-05-26 03:55 am (UTC)
awesome_lilly: (touched smile)
From: [personal profile] awesome_lilly
"I was eleven when I met Veronica Mars," Lilly says, smiling fondly. "And totally still in school, of course."

The smile changes to something a little more mischievous.

"But since I'm way more advanced in the adventure-having than 'lain here, I'd already started on mine. So you know, no need to hold back."
awesome_lilly: (fabulous)
From: [personal profile] awesome_lilly
"Tastes like death?" Lilly asks, looking hopeful. "Because I've always imagined she has a White Russian flavor to her at this point."

Not that Lilly has ever pondered licking Death. Shut up. Just because Raph seemed to think it was fun...

Anyway.

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