Appointments

[fortunefail]

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[fortunefail]

[That sad face is just horrible. It's making Yuan's stomach clench with mild guilt.]

... Take care of yourself.

[imasapling.livejournal.com]

Okay...

It was nice meeting you. I don't know any other half-elves, except for my sister.

[fortunefail]

Hm. I'm sure that in time, you'll meet quite a few more half-elves. We aren't as uncommon as you might think; you only need to know where to look.

[imasapling.livejournal.com]

Well there are some more in my town, but I don't know any of them...

[Hm hm hm...he's started wandering around through the snow again, making a small circle of footprints.] Are there more of us here?

[fortunefail]

Only two others, I believe.

[Though, he hasn't heard from that pink-haired girl from Dhaos' timeline for a while, now.]

[imasapling.livejournal.com]

[Still wandering carefully, eyes trained on the ground as he makes loops of footprints shooting off from the circle. His goal? To make it look like a flower. 8|a]

Wonder if I'll get to meet them! Are you all friends, Yuan?

[fortunefail]

[Yuan watches that flower as it slowly comes into being. Bah, Mithos was so innocent when he was a kid.]

Well, we certainly get along just fine.

[imasapling.livejournal.com]

[Okay, another petal, hm hm hmm....]

That sounds real nice!

[fortunefail]

... I'm sure you'll get along just fine with them, as well.

[imasapling.livejournal.com]

[and now for a stem to finish it off...]

You think so?

[and he stands back to admire his handiwork. Or...footwork.]

[fortunefail]

I know so.

[And with that, Yuan turns to leave a second time.]

[imasapling.livejournal.com]

[Darn, he thought his crafty scheme to get Yuan to stay longer had worked. Guess not... He pouts a little, but ducks his head so Yuan can't see and clasps his hands behind his back. He pretends to look some more at the picture he made in the snow instead.]

Bye... Have fun... [doing...whatever you're doing...]