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Sunday Morning: The Park [4-22-07]

It was a lovely day, so Millie decided to take herself out to sit by the duck pond. She brought along some books and a thermos of tea and a few nibbles so that she wouldn't have to return until she was good and ready. Proudfoot, of course, came along too, wishing desperately to chase the birds and squirrels, but behaving herself. For now.

[OOC: The Park is open as parks are. Feel free to come chat with Millie.]

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River had woken early as usual, perhaps surprisingly, as the concert last night had made her fall asleep quite late. Still a little sleepy, she made her way to the park to watch the ducks in quiet contemplation. Not that the ducks were quiet, mind you.

When she reached the pond she noticed a woman she didn't recognise, accompanied by a cat. River approached quietly, observing the cat and the woman, head tilted.

Millie looked over and smiled. "Good morning," she said cheerfully. "Come sit and join me. Yes, and Proudfoot, too," she added as the cat grumbled.

River returned the smile. "Morning," she said, reaching out a hand towards the not completely friendly-looking cat. She glanced at the woman, looking into her mind.

Proudfoot arched into the girl's hand, all grumpiness forgotten with the offer of petting.

Millie's mind was fairly open, at least surface-wise, presenting as a cheerful young woman, but with a sense of great power behind it. She smiled up at River. "Not terribly polite, that," she said.

River blinked. "Sorry. Habit," she mumbled. "I'm River." She stroked the cat, scratching it gently between its shoulderblades.

"Hello, River," Millie replied. "I'd have given permission if you'd asked. But perhaps you come from a place where it is best to do first and ask later." Her smile was gentle and had hints of an age far beyond the 20 something her body claimed.

Proudfoot, on the other hand, just purred happily under River's hand.

"Where I come from it's better not to tell," River said, smiling back. She tried to stay away from Millie's mind, not wanting to repeat the same mistake. She offered Proudfoot to sit in her lap, should the cat feel so inclined.

Proudfoot climbed willingly into her lap, purring contentedly.

"I can see why that might be true," Millie said, thoughtfully. "I assume this is some sort of natural ability as I sensed no spell or inherent magic. Quite fascinating. And you're welcome to look at my surface mind if that makes you more secure. I have nothing to hide there." She smiled at her welcomingly.

River smiled at the cat and continued stroking him.

"Can't help looking," River explained. "Like listening: Loud enough and I can't help hearing." She looked at Millie. "No magic."

"Interesting," Millie said. "Must make things rather difficult for you at times. Especially in this place with all the strange things that go on here."

She thought for a moment. "I wonder if Gabriel or Christopher know anything that could help with that."

Her last comment caught River's attention. "I'm better at not-listening than I used to be. Need to focus. And the special brownies made me hear nothing at all." Surprising how easily she trusted Millie, River thought to herself. She felt - safe. Good. "Help would be appreciated."

Millie nodded. "I'll check with them. I assume you still want to retain your ability, just be able to turn it down - or off - from time to time." She looked at her a little curiously. "Special brownies?"

If River happened to be looking she'd see Millie's images of the stern Gabriel who'd taken her in and her friend, Christopher, who'd saved her in a way. And her complete trust in them.

"Pippi made special brownies for me. They contained some kind of herbal ingredient, I believe, but I'm not sure."

River did pick up on Millie's memories of her friends. "Trust. Important." She smiled at Millie. "I've always had my brother." Except for at the Academy. "And this is a good place to make friends."

"Hmmm..." Millie said. "Herbal. Well, there are many herbs which can have quite interesting effects on the body."

She smiled at River's other words. "It is indeed important. I had the priestesses at first, but Christopher was my first true friend. I haven't had time to make any true friends here, but I have met a few, like yourself that I hope might one day become that."

"Takes time," River said, almost shyly. She stroked Proudfoot and shifted to make the cat more comfortable. "He's clever," she said.

"Time is something I'm willing to take," Millie assured her, grinning once more.

Proudfoot looked up at River. "She," she purred. "And yes, clever."

Millie broke into laughter. "Oh, she likes you, she does!"

River blinked, a little surprised. "You do?" she asked the cat.

Proudfoot just arched her back into River's hand, believing the answer to be quite obvious. "More," she said a little demandingly.

River resumed stroking Proudfoot, a smile appearing on her face. "I like you too," she said.

[bedtime for me! SP?]

Proudfoot continued to purr as Millie looked on with a smile.

"She rarely says that much," Millie told River, "And almost never to someone she doesn't know."

[Sleep well! SP is love!]

"Where are you from?" River asked Proudfoot, throwing a smile at Millie.

"She's an Asheth Temple cat," Millie explained, knowing Proudfoot wasn't going to speak that much. "I brought her with me when I ran away. She'd just been born."

River didn't need to ask more, and fell silent, stroking the purring cat. She was smiling.

Millie was happy to just sit quietly as well, enjoying the warmth of the sun; letting her mind reflect peace, warmth, and comfort.

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