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Post by emmy on Feb 22, 2011 19:43:54 GMT
The evening air was cool and crisp, mixed with the scents of the day winding down. She'd just finished writing an essay for care of magical creatures and was ready to stretch her legs with her daily run. Normally, Emmy would go out in the mornings, but lately she'd taken a liking to watching the sunset versus the sunrise. So, now she ran in the evenings, unless she had something different to do, of course. If anything else, she tried to run when she found the time to do so.
It was a clear evening, not a cloud in the sky. Here and there a couple stars began to shine through the still light sky. The sun hung over the horizon, winking at the world; it was a beautiful sun. Emmy closed her eyes for a moment, blocking out that sight, to listen to the steady beat of her footfalls as she jogged over the bridge. This was a good run.
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Post by simanus on Feb 23, 2011 18:26:34 GMT
Simanus left the castle and took a somewhat ambling route across the grounds, one which afforded her cover to transform a short way along. As a fox she had a great deal less body mass and could move swiftly among the brush and uneven ground. Her sleek, somewhat silvered white fur caught and reflected the orange light of the dying day, warming her slightly. The evening was to lovely, and her mood to ecstatic at the release of her sister from the Smithsonian, so when she came upon a bit of tough ground, she would let herself succumb to gravity, rolling and gambling with unrestrained glee before resuming her trot.
She seemed to be heading for the bridge and there might be people at this hour so she gave herself a good shake and resumed human form even as she resumed contact with the path. She had heard steady, quick footfalls a moment ago while still transformed and wondered at their cause. As she approached the bridge, she thought she heard a thudding echo of those steps but was unable to come to certainty before rounding the corner into the bridge. This proved unfortunate because she walked right into someone Damn covered structure and was promptly sent back a step before spilling onto her backside, the other person had been jogging or running and so Simanus had absorbed most of the impact.
There was a moment of silence while she gathered her wits and then she laid eyes on a very attractive girl a bit away from her. She quickly stood and took no time to surpress her accent before exploding, "I am so very sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you, miss. I was being careless and not watching where I was going. Are you alright?
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Post by emmy on Feb 24, 2011 18:48:40 GMT
Step, step, step. Beat, beat, beat. The corner of her lips drew up in a small smile. The sound was refreshing after a long day. She needed this run, needed the fresh air and the small burning sensation she'd develop in her thighs after a couple more miles. The bridge was straight, no curves or sharp turns to throw her off, so Emmy decided to just run blind until the sound of feet on wood was replaced with the dull thump of steps on grass.
The steps changed. That sharp sound was replaced with the duller. And so Emmy reluctantly opened her eyes now that she was at the end of the bridge. There was a person directly in front of her rounding the corner. The girl's mind called to her body to stop running, but momentum took over. Though no longer running, her body still felt the rush forward, causing Emmy to trip right into the girl she'd been trying not to hit. The two both went crashing to the ground.
Emmy pushed herself up to her knees, then to her feet. Dirt covered the heel of her palms and her knees from the impact of her trying to catch herself. The other girl began rapidly apologizing. Though it would surely seem rude and uncalled for, Emmy couldn't help but giggle. "It's not your fault. I wasn't paying attention either. You're not hurt are you?" she asked. Aside from a small bit of shock and embarrassment, Emmy had come away unscathed by the collision.
"Let me help you up," she offered, approaching the other girl. She was older than she, probably by a couple years. And she was very pretty. The thought surprised her, being unused to thinking of other girls that way. Emmy shook it off; she'd wonder on it some other time. She offered out her hand for the girl to take, a small smile on her face to show her amusement at the situation.
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Post by simanus on Feb 25, 2011 18:20:50 GMT
It was a relief that she'd managed not to hurt the other girl. Simanus took the offered hand but provided most of the impetus to get her back on her feet, not wanting to be rude or to abuse the friendly assistance. "I'm alright, I've taken much tougher spills tripping over nothing at all," she allowed herself a small laugh at her own humor, taking her cue from the other girl's apartent mirth, "I'm just relieved I didn't cause you to sprain something." She stretched a little bit, working the soreness from the more delicate reaches of her anatomy. She took out her wand next and began to siphon off the dirt and grass juice from the back of her robes.
Realizing that this activity had her in an awkward posture, albeit one that showed off her ankles and lower calves I'll need to remember this one for the next time I'm in the States, and resumed talking. "I'm Simanus Flagg, from America," as she'd been meeting a lot of new folks this semester, the disclaimer that followed was almost automatic, "I live with the Slytherins, but I'm really not one of them. Who, may I ask, are you, young miss?" She'd finished cleaning her robes and so was now free to extend her own hand back to the other girl.
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