the first flower after the flood.

Rio Marino · 05-18-2010, 08:38 AM

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They had just seen each other very recently, but this did nothing to dampen Rio's happiness. After all, they had happened to arrive in the secluded cabin at the same time. But it also didn't fail to occur to her that Harlowe might have come here seeking sanctuary, perhaps unappreciative of her intrusion. Her eyes were tentative as they roved his face, brows drawn as she searched uncertainly for signs of irritation. The only notable discovery in her brother's face was the concentration his features bore, a mild expression seen when he had a book open at his nose. Rio often wondered why she hadn't taken the time to learn about words if using such knowledge was an enjoyable pastime for Harlowe. She spent a large fraction of her time outside wandering — maybe this was the explanation. Maybe exploring kept he occupied enough. She would undoubtedly learn how to read when she had seen all of Phoenix Valley that she cared to.

His response deterred her from her fear of his disturbance, for his words were almost genial. He even put on a bit of a smile for her, which resulted in a more dramatic, beaming one from the sable girl. It's pouring, she noted absently to him, with a glance toward the rain beaten window. I'm very good, and you? Her tone was bright, with sparkling eyes flitting again in his direction. As she spoke, she leaned against a frail arm to look more closely at his book, studying the maze of symbols she couldn't hope to comprehend. Rio glanced up at him, the purest form of wonder burning in her eyes, perhaps staring a little. She meant no harm.

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