[Aubrey nods. Then remembers she’s on voice.] Yeah. I’ll wait outside, then.
Thanks again....
[She doesn’t hang up, but she does set the phone aside for a while. If Venat’s still listening, there’s a pause—some footsteps on wood, distant running water from a sink. Quiet; then the soft slash of a blade through long-dried overgrowth.
[The phone comes with her, pocketed, when she steps out. As described, Aubrey lives towards the northeast border of the treehouses; her house is small, and many tangles from the previous month have been left to wilt. A bridge off to one side, in better condition, connects it to a house that’s been cleared nigh-obsessively good as new.
[Aubrey herself looks fairly different than when she and Venat last saw each other, at least in broad daylight. Dark roots claw through her hair, and she’s scarcely worn her bright contacts since that long night. There’s also a pale yellow ribbon wrapped around her right wrist, like a bandage.
[Her face is still red, betraying a bigger outburst than the call did. But there’s a quiet, anxious anticipation in now-dry eyes. It’s light out today.
[Aubrey sits at the base of a nearby tree, looking up to the clouds with her chin in her hands, and waits.]
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Date: 2024-06-02 07:07 pm (UTC)[Aubrey nods. Then remembers she’s on voice.] Yeah. I’ll wait outside, then.
Thanks again....
[She doesn’t hang up, but she does set the phone aside for a while. If Venat’s still listening, there’s a pause—some footsteps on wood, distant running water from a sink. Quiet; then the soft slash of a blade through long-dried overgrowth.
[The phone comes with her, pocketed, when she steps out. As described, Aubrey lives towards the northeast border of the treehouses; her house is small, and many tangles from the previous month have been left to wilt. A bridge off to one side, in better condition, connects it to a house that’s been cleared
nigh-obsessivelygood as new.[Aubrey herself looks fairly different than when she and Venat last saw each other, at least in broad daylight. Dark roots claw through her hair, and she’s scarcely worn her bright contacts since that long night. There’s also a pale yellow ribbon wrapped around her right wrist, like a bandage.
[Her face is still red, betraying a bigger outburst than the call did. But there’s a quiet, anxious anticipation in now-dry eyes. It’s light out today.
[Aubrey sits at the base of a nearby tree, looking up to the clouds with her chin in her hands, and waits.]