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[ratherbelocky]

"York here. I'm probably busy getting my ass handed to me by adorable woodland creatures, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Over and out."

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Action;

[ratherbelocky]

[D-2 shrugs, then, and keeps toddling along. If that's the case, her trainer can't be that bad an example.

York chuckles and falls into step beside Carolina again.]

You are, huh?

Action;

[secondplacing]

Mmm, it's a good word for it.

[It's been a while since she's felt like this, anyway. But a Church can't not argue, apparently.]

You got a problem with that?

Action;

[ratherbelocky]

Nope. No problem.

[He's always loved her at sunset, with the last of the light threading gold through her hair, fire before the night. The moment of transition: day giving way to twilight, the future blooming from the past. She stood there at that brink and looked ahead, and he would follow, eyes open.]

I'm good.