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Bellamy had not taken well to Octavia's disappearing act on Friday. There'd been kind of an argument over it, actually, because come ooooooon, Bel, she'd already been here a bunch of times and nothing had happened to her! And she usually never got to go anywhere on her won, because she never got to go anywhere at all! It wasn't fair!

There'd maybe been some tears, actually.

But she'd stuck around him for all of Saturday because she hated making him worry.

... But then Bellamy had slept in on Sunday and experience had taught her it might be the last day, and Friday had been fine and so she'd snuck out again, still wearing a jacket that was too big for her and that had a small stuffed bunny peering out from one of the pockets, though the pockets weren't filled with cookies anymore.

Because there were also a couple of sandwiches in there. Along with all the cookies, because, cookies.

And now she was just roaming the streets around the island with no particular destination in mind. Sometimes, she hid behind corners when she saw strangers coming down the street - because while she thought she was safe, unfamiliar adults still kind of concerned her - but mostly she was just excitedly peering in through shop windows, occasionally ducking with a tiny 'eep!' when she caught someone actually looking back out at her.

[ooc: Open streets, open post!]

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It was real enough hiding that Octavia was keeping very quiet and very still even after hearing that. The woman sounded friendly, but Octavia had gotten spooked, and that wasn't easy to shake.

"I'm going to come around the corner now, okay?" Rey said. "You don't have to stay there if you don't want, but I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm just walking."

Octavia was backing away, but she was doing it so slowly that she wasn't going to be at all gone before Rey would round the corner.

The jacket she was wearing probably going to be kind of a giveaway. It hadn't shrunk with her, and the grown-up version of her was practically always wearing it.

Rey made her way around the corner.

"Hi," she told her, and yeah, the jacket was a big clue. "Your name wouldn't be Octavia, would it?"

Octavia's eyebrow's went way up. "H-how do you know my name?" she asked, kind of torn between taking that as a bad sign or finding it reassuring. "Do you know Magnus?"

Please know Magnus. She'd met Magnus last time and while he'd been confusing, he'd also been nice.

"I do," she said, privately thanking her for that in. "He's a friend of mine."

She thought so, maybe, anyway. He'd invited her to talk to his fish.

"Okay," Octavia murmured, still looking a little worried, but at least also a little less like she was gearing up to run away. "He's nice."

"He is," Rey confirmed, crouching down so she was more on her level. "I hope I didn't scare you."

Octavia shook her head. "You didn't." She had, though. Enough that Octavia felt the need to reconsider her words, her gaze dropping down to her feet. "Just a little."

"I'm sorry," Rey told her. "I promise I didn't mean to."

"It's okay," Octavia murmured. It took her a moment to actually look up through her lashes, but eventually she did. "You said your name was Rey, right?"

"I did. It's good to meet you," she said, and held out her hand to shake.

It was fine if she didn't.

Yeah, Octavia just kind of... gave her hand a wary and confused look.

You really didn't shake hands a lot when the only people you were ever around were family.

Rey dropped her hand, unbothered.

"What are you doing today?"

"Just exploring." Octavia was smaller than her adult version, but somehow her shrug managed to be much bigger. More obvious, anyway. "I don't -- usually get to see a lot of places."

"I get that," Rey nodded. "What's been your favorite place so far?"

"I liked the castle," Octavia said, finally brightening up a little. "I didn't know those even existed before I came here."

No castles in space, alas.

"Me, either. I'd only ever heard of them in stories," Rey admitted. "It must have taken them forever to build it."

"Right!"

Even though it was still a little on the subdued side, that was still a level of perky that adult Octavia reached basically never.

"What kinds of stories did you hear?"

"Mostly old war stories from years before I was born. People who were very brave in defeating evil and freeing other people," Rey said with a little wistful smile.

"I like those kinds of stories," Octavia replied, smiling. Her mother or Bellamy reading to her took her out of the very strict confines of her life and transported her somewhere else, if only for a moment at a time. "Were yours in ancient Greece, too?"

"Mine were from really, really far away from here," Rey answered. "You got stories from ancient Greece?"

"Yeah!"

And she was super into them, as Rey could probably tell from the beaming.

"About gods and goddesses, and heroes."

"That sounds really interesting," Rey decided. "Should I read about them, too?"

There could only be one answer, and it was a very enthusiatic one.

"Yes!"

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