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Apr 14, 2007 15:59:45 GMT -5
Post by Maggie Brice on Apr 14, 2007 15:59:45 GMT -5
Maggie smiled, and skidded down to join him by his side, and they continued walking, they're shoes making inprints in the sand. "Maybe ... or maybe we just have to wait to find that special person that does." She said, more as a question, rather than a statement. "I forgot where I heard it, but it's common in a lot of books. That's what friendship is. Someone knows you better than you do, and likes you anyway."
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Apr 14, 2007 16:20:09 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 14, 2007 16:20:09 GMT -5
"And friendship is those that let you . . . or make you . . . be who you really are? Real friendship anyway . . ." he added, unsure of how many genuine friends he could count on to be true to him when it came down to it; it was easier not to trust. Perhaps if he didn't cling to Wolfsbanes so much it could be easier, but to seek friends for loyalty rather than worth wasn't appealing to him either. "I guess I have those . . ." he said doubtfully, slightly changing the angle of his walk to bring his steps towards the edge of the water.
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Apr 14, 2007 16:34:45 GMT -5
Post by Maggie Brice on Apr 14, 2007 16:34:45 GMT -5
Maggie smiled, understanding exactly how he felt. "Yeah, I'm not sure if I have any either." She smiled at him, and then looked down. An ocean breeze appeared, and blew her hair back. She inhaled the ocean scent deeply. Being from the Midwest, Maggie didn't usualy see the ocean in her childhood. She imagined everything she must have missed. "You know what I have never done?" Not waiting for a response she answered the question herself. "Made a sand-castle."
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Apr 14, 2007 16:53:49 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 14, 2007 16:53:49 GMT -5
Ian's face lit up. "I've done that loads of times! Let's make one now!" he exclaimed in childlike excitement. He pushed up his sleeves, which fell right back down because they were loose. He sighed and sank to his knees, digging down into the damp sand by the shore and piling the chunky sediment together into odd heaps, not even waiting for her to join.
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Apr 14, 2007 16:58:23 GMT -5
Post by Maggie Brice on Apr 14, 2007 16:58:23 GMT -5
Maggie smiled widely, and plopped herself next to him. She rolled up her sleeves, but then paused not knowing what to do. She looked over at him, and at the odd heaps. There seemed to be no pattern or specific shape to the heaps, so shrugging, she made heaps of her own, next to his. She laughed at the sillyness of the situation. "So, I'm guessing these random piles of sand are sopposed to represent a castle?" She asked, glacing at him.
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Apr 14, 2007 17:09:28 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 14, 2007 17:09:28 GMT -5
He gave her an indignant look. "Well they will . . .just give it a little time you know . . ." And indeed, he'd grabbed a stick and begun shaping one of the piles with it, working it like he was intent on making the greatest sculptural triumph in four hundred years. Ian was crouched there, brow furrowed, scraping sand off to reveal the beginnings of an octangonal tower.
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Apr 14, 2007 17:14:49 GMT -5
Post by Maggie Brice on Apr 14, 2007 17:14:49 GMT -5
"Ah ..." Maggie started shaping the base into a square. She dug out little trenches all around the heap, making it resemble that of a moat. Using her finger, she made a door-like figure on one of the sides of the square. She leaned back a little to observe her work. "Does that look ok?" She asked Ian.
ooc- g2g be back later
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