Spring showers bring May flowers [OPEN!]

[HAZEL MOORE]

[atrb=border,0,true] "Harvest Goddess...." It was a crisp spring morning when Hazel set herself on the path to the Harvest Goddess Shrine. It had become a daily routine with neither rain nor shine stopping her from coming out. With an umbrella in one hand and a small bouquet of wildflowers in the other, Hazel had left her home in high spirits. Whistling as she walked, the young woman didn't even care that the gentle morning rain beat down on her. Making the thin white cotton dress she wore ever so transparent. It wasn't like she ran into anyone this early in the morning, as the sun began to break over the horizon. Hazel had a mission, and a slight wardrobe malfunction wasn't going to stop her. Granted, if it got any harder she'd have to put her umbrella up. Approaching the shrine, Hazel called out a cheery greeting as if she was meeting with an old friend. In a way, she was. For the last two years she had arrived daily at the shrine to offer up something in return for the Goddess' blessing on her farm land. Coming up to the steps Hazel sat down in her usual spot. With her back to the shrine, she pulled her knees up and placed the flowers beside her. "Good morning Goddess." Hazel said, running her fingers over the marble surface on which she sat. "It's been a lovely day, despite the rain. It'll warm up later and then the sun will be up. I won't even get mad if my hair poofs out from the humidity. After all, I don't have to water the garden today, right?" Hazel ended, with a laugh. Of course, she expect no response, but it was a habit. Smiling, the girl leaned back, allowing her body to rest gently against the beautiful stone work depicting the Goddess in all her beauty. Allowing her legs to stretch out and down the three small steps, her feet came to rest upon the ground. Kicking off her flip flops, Hazel allowed her toes to tangle in with the grass. The rain continued to make it's way to the earth, causing the small white dress to hug the small woman's form. Regardless of how vulnerable and naked she felt, it was somewhat intimate to be so exposed before the blessed goddess. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, Hazel enjoyed the pitter-patter of the warm spring rain and the chirping of the birds. OOC: Perfect time for an extremely awkward meeting! Throw me your worst!

[GIOVONNI ASHTON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] G iovonni was a man of few words and by few words it was meant that he was a man of absolutely none. He hadn't spoken to a single person in around twenty years and he planned to keep it that way. At this point he himself didn't know if he it was up to him not wanting to speak or if he was truly incapable of it at this point. The most sound he ever made was a few whistles to attract the attention of either his parents, who were gone, or if he could get an animal trained to follow them. It was a lot of work trying to teach a cow that when he whistled high it meant come here and when he whistled low it meant go away. Most people thought he was some sort of simpleton just because he couldn't or wouldn't speak. That wasn't the truth at all. Inside of his mind was a world all his own, one that he wasn't expected to have to try and share with others. He didn't have to try and explain himself or his actions simply because no one expected him to know how. Inside his mind were so many things and they were all his. Sure, it got lonely every once in awhile but he'd gotten used to that. His hopes for finding someone that could handle his strange silence had almost all but died. Sure a few of the tourist girls had tried coming out to the farm and talking to him but learning that he just couldn't talk back made them regard him as the town oddball. Something to stop in and see before they headed off to the tavern to hit on guys that could tell them they were pretty. "So what if I can't say that they were pretty... There are other ways to show people things... Ways without words." He'd grown up listening to his parents say that they loved him, that they loved each other. In all honesty he wouldn't want anyone to be with him just because he would never be able to say i love you to anyone. They would have to go without hearing it for their entire relationship. Sure, a girl might say that they are okay with that but in reality there's no better feeling than hearing someone say it for the first time. "The only person that's ever said they loved me was Momma anyways." His feet shifted in the dirt as he sat there brooding over his lack of a voice. His feet were bare as usual, having spent a majority of his life that way he didn't feel comfortable in shoes. That probably didn't help the entire town thinking he was a bit on the off side. Couldn't he make any friends here that didn't just feel obligated because he couldn't speak? He'd worked so hard to fix up the animal shop and what he got was odd glances and whispers about being gypsy raised. So what? His parents had been good people... Are good people. He was still waiting for them to keep their promise to come back and see him once he got a little more settled in. His Momma and Poppa never broke a promise before and he didn't expect them too now. They would come back... He pulled his knees up to his chest and silently sighed. He was sitting near the harvest goddess shrine. Under a tree to try and avoid the majority of the rain and maybe wait it out but it didn't seem like it was going to let up anytime soon. It was just an early spring rain anyways so it wasn't like getting wet would really get him sick. He pulled himself from the ground and made his way to the shrine to pray. Sure, he had other gods and goddesses he prayed to but a gypsy always respected the natives, and his since he was born here, deities as well. If he prayed to the Harvest Goddess for someone with understanding then maybe she would answer this time. Silent as always he approached the shrine, fully expecting no one else to be there. After all, most days he was the one taking a few of the plants off the shrine and cleaning it a little bit. Hardly anyone ever prayed anymore, at least not here. The form of a girl being nestled next to the stone statue made him let out a silent gasp. He couldn't announce his presence and if he whistled then she would probably take it the wrong way. He'd seen naked and half naked girls before but usually only when his parents were gone and he had the wagon to himself...

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] TAGS hazel; open

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] NOTES gio is mute; just a warning

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[HAZEL MOORE]

[atrb=border,0,true] "Oh?" As As the pitter patter of rain slowly became nothing more than a buzz in the back of her mind, Hazel began to float away from her conscious self. Of course the thought of falling ill or becoming so soaked it would be a heavy walk home never crossed her mind. Memories of her past drifted through her minds, mingling with hopes for the future as well as dreams for the distant futures. An occasional bird chirp brought her back to reality once or twice but it was quickly dismissed. What was only minutes felt like hours inside her own head. If anything, Hazel was borderline lucid dreaming. Her mind hadn't completely wandered away but it was so absorbed in itself that Hazel couldn't exactly be awake. In fact, she was so gone the man with no voice could have come over, gotten within inches of Hazel's face and she wouldn't have even stirred. The birds in the trees begin to squawk their warnings as the man approached. Usually this would send Hazel rising to her feet in alarm, but alas, she thought nothing of it. Morning after morning Hazel would listen for the birds to warn her of any new comers, but their cries never did anything but rouse her from a stupor and yield nothing. Sometimes the young woman wondered if it was the Goddess playing tricks with her. Choosing instead to ignore the chirps, Hazel slowly stretched out her legs as far as they could go. Bare feet making points and revealing absolutely everything (as if you couldn't see it anyway) to what Hazel assumed was nothing. If it wasn't for the giant drop of cold water to fall right between her breasts, Hazel would have napped the day away. Choosing to later blame the rude wake up on the Harvest Goddess in her attempt to make Hazel look less like a whore, it would still irk Hazel for days to come. Jumping quickly Hazel flailed wildly, her body slipping down two of the stairs. "Ow!" The woman screamed, waving her hand angrily at the over hanging trees. "Not nice!" She then cried, crossing her arms over her chest and trying to look unhappy at forces unseen. It was then that she noticed the brown haired man staring at her. A slight blush crossed her face as Hazel was able to fully comprehend why he was staring. The white material clung transparently to her body. Thank god she had chosen to wear a bra today! Her matching pink underwear and bra set stood out vividly on her pale skin. "Um... Hello there. This isn't what you think." Hazel said, waving her hands in front of her as if it would explain her current manner of dress. "I was just... praying and I dosed off, and I guess I got wet. I'm not a whore!" The young woman babbled, putting her hands on her hips and looking accusingly at the man before her. How dare he think of her as a whore! Hazel's mind screamed at her as she took in the man's face. Putting on a rather contemptuous face and crossing her arms back across her chest to hopefully hide her pretty much exposed breasts. "So what're you doing out here? Besides perving on me?" OOC: Haha, he's mute and now accused of being a perv! How perfect.

[GIOVONNI ASHTON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] G iovonni knew that he should have just turned around and left as soon as he noticed that there was a half naked girl sitting at the shrine. He had gotten into trouble before with misunderstandings because he couldn't speak but his momma and papa had usually been in close enough proximity to get him out of it. Here he was on his own and that was dangerous enough as is. Unfortunately for his luck as he was seriously debating leaving she had to have happened to start to get up. Even without intending to how could he possibly completely ignore the fact that she was just sort of laying there sprawled out... And then the accusations started. Why were most of the girls he found in this situation so assumptive? He hadn't even said anything about her being a whore! Then again he couldn't even if he had thought it. Although it is kind of suspicious when you deny it that much lady. He put his hands up and tried to signal no, she had it all wrong. Shaking his head he let out a silent sigh. He was the pervert? She was the one that walked around in the rain in a white dress and pink panties. Her arguments that she wasn't a whore didn't really impress him. His eyes stared past her and at the harvest shrine though it would probably be taken that he was just standing there staring at her creepily. A lot of people thought that. Did he really feel like getting his sketchbook out and trying to write down an explanation?

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] TAGS hazel

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] NOTES thats how i feel about mik all the time

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[HAZEL MOORE]

[atrb=border,0,true] "Oh?" Hazel watched carefully as he shook his hands signalling no. She let out a breathe of relief and her shoulders noticeably relaxed. It was almost as if the simple gesture freed her of any guilt she might have from laying out almost naked on the shrine. Of course, Hazel still felt rather suspicious of the fellow. He hadn't said anything yet, so she wouldn't completely let her guard down. "Well um, good. Glad we came to an understanding." The pink haired woman said, shifting her weight from foot to foot. What exactly was she to do now? The man seemed to simply stare at her, and frankly, it began to weird her out. Was he some sort of rapist waiting for her to turn her back? No one would do that in the presence of the Harvest Goddess, right? Hazel tried to mentally reason with herself while not trying to look like a deer caught in the head lights. Of course that wasn't going to well with the weight shifting and all that. Deciding she'd better make the first move before the awkwardness could get any worse Hazel stepped forward, her arm outstretched. "So, um. I'm Hazel Moore, I live the valley over yonder. Pastora Valley, you know? It's well, good to meet you. However weird it was." Hazel concluded, her hand hanging in the air waiting for him to shake it and introduce himself. Of course, once again, Hazel began to debate whether she had done the right thing. Yeah, in hindsight it was stupid to leave the house in a cotton dress knowing it would drizzle. Hazel didn't care really when she left, simply because she had never run into anyone at the shrine before. It was always so early when she got there... Perhaps the man was coming to pay his respects? Yeah! That sounded right. No one came to the long-forgotten shrine to attack a young woman. OOC: I sometimes assume Hazel is a moron.

[GIOVONNI ASHTON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] A ll he had wanted to do was come up to the shrine, pray and then leave. There was nothing he wanted more than just to walk off and try and come back later to save both himself and the girl some embarrassment. He really wished he could have told her that he wasn't some pervert and that he really was just here to pray but if he wrote it down she'd just laugh at him or get angry because he didn't correct her in the first place. He listened to her ramble and watched her shift about nervously. Did she really think that someone like him was going to attack her? He'd come to the shrine to pray to the goddess not pray on girls. He nodded in agreement that they had indeed come to some sort of understanding, even if she really didn't understand him at all. His hand started rooting around in his bag as he listened to her speak. He had some pre-made responses in his sketchbook but he had a feeling that none of them would work quite as well as they usually did. She seemed to be the type that jumped to conclusions. Hell, she probably thought he was digging around in his bag for a weapon of some sort when in all actually it was just for a pencil. With another nod, indicating that he indeed did know where Pastoria was, considering the fact that he lived there himself. He pulled from his back his sketchbook and a pencil and started to scribble down a few words on a blank page. Can you move out of the way? He flipped it up and showed her the page. Hopefully she would get the hint now.

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,9,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] WORDS 290

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] TAGS hazel

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] NOTES thats how i feel about mik all the time

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