thestormishere | ☈ strike #13 (action / voice)

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☈ strike #13 (action / voice)

[ Today, Lightning's doing something fairly unusual in comparison to her normal - and recently even darker than normal - behavior. For once, she's outside and yet doesn't seem busy, merely watching as her puppy Baldr frolics about in the general area of community housing 4 in search of sticks to defeat, things to dig up, and nearby people to greet. In fact, the young woman and dog look pretty safe to come 'visit' with today- especially since there's also no gunblade in sight, and as she sits down to lean against the outside wall, she makes a pretty inane-seeming public message. ]

These seasons... usually last about three months each, right? How much warmer does it get?

-- Filtered to Sigmund --

Sigmund. About earlier... when and where?

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[ Frodo is trying to at least get a layout of this village. He's been keeping to himself, save some quiet conversations, and he's trying to find out how far the village extends. He wants to be outside of the village, soon, but his body is still too sore to build or attempt to set up a camp for himself near the forest. Not in it, for it was told that it was protected.

Today, though, the hobbit is going through the town, feeling a little better than he had been, and seeing his way around. He sees the woman and her dog, and he pauses to watch, just a moment. He doesn't speak, though. Not that he'd know what to say. ]

[ Lightning herself isn't very exciting at the moment: just sitting on the ground, paging through her journal with eyes down. A soldier's instincts warn her to when she's being watched, though- especially when he's doing so openly... and especially when her puppy's around. She glances up when the young dog catches sight of Frodo, stiffening with head and tail up-- ]

Hi!

[ -- And then with tail wagging. Ever seen a talking dog, Frodo? ]

[ No, he has not.

He steps back, quickly, wide eyed. Nothing should startle him anymore... nothing so harmless, at least, but back Frodo steps, putting some separation between himself and the pup.

He makes an awkward face, hesitating, feeling he should just walk away from the thing. Replying to it- well, he might have really been mad to do that, he supposes. ]

Baldr! [ As soon as she sees Frodo's reaction, Lightning's on her feet and going to the dog's side- having him be a nuisance to anyone is definitely not her intention! Especially since, while he's only half a year old, he's still pretty darn big for a dog, especially for someone who, from his height, doesn't look very old to her at first.

Fortunately, the pup's pretty well-trained for his age and pauses at her call. Lightning stops close, looking down at him... and then at Frodo. ]

[ Little, elf-child seeming and thin for his kind, Frodo's slight height over his familiars and kin has never left him anything to glance twice to. Even brandishing Sting, which he rarely had mind to touch, he stood very low when it came to being threatening at all. So, near eye level with a large dog, just under four feet, it was easy to see why he would be intimidated.

Of course, poor Frodo of the Shire, he could rarely come across a beast anymore without it being one in want of his flesh and blood. He was lucky to find a man-standing creature who did not also want the same.

So, Frodo looks to the dog, then Lightning, knowing not who or what she was, and draws a breath. An apology utters out beneath it when he lets it go; something about not meaning any disturbances, very sorry. ]

[ And Lightning's pretty tall, with a lot of lean muscle, a tense demeanor, and pink hair to boot. For all her typical harshness though, she was once part of the Security Regiment of the Guardian Corps back on Cocoon, and even if working with people was never really that much of her forte, it certainly pings her that he's not entirely comfortable. ]

Are you okay?

[ She studies him curiously as she produces a leash and bends to hook it onto Baldr's collar-- not really because he probably needs it, but in the hopes that it might help the situation. ]

[ Frodo's head hangs a bit, somehow not wanting to meet the eyes of this woman. Keeping his head low, his connection cut off, it somehow helps him think the whispers of the ring will stifle. He hasn't heard much of them. It's so light, too. The scabbing of his neck has even had chance to start healing. Still, though, still he knows better than to think it is silenced. ]

There's been no harm done to me.

Okay.

[ Baldr continues wagging his tail slowly, trying to look as friendly as possible, while Lightning stares a moment longer- what a strange... er... kid? Except at a closer look, he doesn't really look like a child or someone older. She's generally immune to taking much notice of height, but this time... doing so is a bit harder to avoid. ]

... Do you live near here?

[ He shakes his head. No, he thinks, he lives in the Shire, regardless of where this body rests, and here he has not even that yet. He has much to think on, first. ]

No, no, I have not yet found a place to live here.

Liiiight!

[ Seems the puppy is impatient, plopping into a sit to stare up at Lightning with his tongue lolling out. She frowns faintly as she glances down, shaking her head slightly at him. ]

Not now, Baldr. ... Well, there's always the 'welcome center' until you do.

Mm, for now, I have found a bed to rest in there until I sort myself out. There is much for me to think about before I decide where to go.

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