[open] wild women don't get the blues

[Garett]

The signs of a storm draw Garett out of the forest and into the meadow. Although there is a thrum of fear that courses through his body, it’s at war with his curiosity. The booming thunder of the warm-weather storms are so at odds with his usual peaceful life that they have a tendency to spook him, to cause his kind heart to race. So he usually shelters when they roll around, finding whatever comforts he could. Today feels different, so he emerges from the woods - bright eyes almost instantly noting a blue girl about his age standing on her own. Suddenly, the storm moves to the back of his mind. He approaches cautiously, equally out of his own uncertainty as his desire not to spook her. Could he spook her? His experiences with interacting with those who aren’t his family are limited, more often the green-pointed boy finds his company in the plants or his twin brother. But in the face of the oncoming storm, something draws him to this winter-touched stranger. The grass shifts where he walks, the soft blades pulled towards him as if by a magnet and brushing against his skin. Bright green eyes moving from the dark clouds stretching across the sky and then back down to the one he comes to stand near. There’s just a little too much distance between them than might be normal and while his mind frets over this - debating whether he should shift a little closer or if this is fine - he practically blurts out something else, anything else, by way of greeting. “Do you like storms?” garett

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