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I'm glad I decided to take a walk. I rather needed it. I remember going out walking like this in my first year here, on this same day. I was under the cherry tree like this, blowing the petals off my hat. We'd been invaded by those visitors the day before, and I'd been here all of ten days.
I enjoy the gardens--the formal gardens are familiar like Holland Park's--but I'm under the cherry tree right now, no matter how strange it is to have it bloom so late.
Now don't tell the gardeners, but I thought my room could use some cheering up again, so I've been 'borrowing' some of the flowers of late: today I have foxglove and Oleander, which both seem to be more leaf than bloom; poppies again, though they're going all to seed; belladonna, of which I happened to get the roots by accident; and Monkshood, one of my favorite flowers; all wrapped up in brown paper--a slightly ragged, but still respectable, bouquet. Their lives are so short--I'll probably keep coming back and 'borrowing' more. I don't think the gardeners will notice the disappearances--
It's still rather remarkable, this cherry tree. I couldn't tell you how old it is--it must be ancient. And it is, I'm told, dangerous. But of course it is. What in this City isn't dangerous?
There's starting to be a small mountain of cherry petals on my hat next to me. I keep blowing them off the top. I'm going to be picking them out of my pockets for days after this.
I was still learning how to use my Network device then, that first time I sat under this cherry tree--with my coat, too, of course, since I was more used to London damp then. And I wondered, at the time, why it was that I'd brought the thing along. But, of course, the answer is the same now as it was then: to watch all of you go about whatever it is you're doing.
No, some things really don't change.
Well, if anyone needs me, you know where I am.
~C.
[ooc: Indulge me and my annual tradition. It's my birthday, and in celebration (call it that), I send Cain out on a walk through Xanadu. Come and say hello if you like. Action is very much welcomed.]
I'm glad I decided to take a walk. I rather needed it. I remember going out walking like this in my first year here, on this same day. I was under the cherry tree like this, blowing the petals off my hat. We'd been invaded by those visitors the day before, and I'd been here all of ten days.
I enjoy the gardens--the formal gardens are familiar like Holland Park's--but I'm under the cherry tree right now, no matter how strange it is to have it bloom so late.
It's still rather remarkable, this cherry tree. I couldn't tell you how old it is--it must be ancient. And it is, I'm told, dangerous. But of course it is. What in this City isn't dangerous?
There's starting to be a small mountain of cherry petals on my hat next to me. I keep blowing them off the top. I'm going to be picking them out of my pockets for days after this.
I was still learning how to use my Network device then, that first time I sat under this cherry tree--with my coat, too, of course, since I was more used to London damp then. And I wondered, at the time, why it was that I'd brought the thing along. But, of course, the answer is the same now as it was then: to watch all of you go about whatever it is you're doing.
No, some things really don't change.
Well, if anyone needs me, you know where I am.
~C.
[ooc: Indulge me and my annual tradition. It's my birthday, and in celebration (call it that), I send Cain out on a walk through Xanadu. Come and say hello if you like. Action is very much welcomed.]
Current Location: Xanadu
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