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[CrimsonMoon]

The peasant girl was moving between the trees of the orchard, reaching up and gently inspectig the plump peaches and apples, ripping the rotten fruits down and lettig them fall to the ground in order to feed the trees further despite their corruption. Her pale brown eyes flickering a nearly pinkish color in the early morning light, a soft mist covering the ground. Her short dark brown hair glowed a slight red, her skin was flawed by a few bruises and scars but... Nothing seemed too horrible about her. She even seemed to be strangely at peace with the dull chore, chewing on a somewhat squishy peach...

[Light]

Feet hung from a branch in one of the apple trees, the worn slippers clothing the feet worn and dirty. They swing back and forth a few times before the person jumps down with an apple in hand. the bright red color of the fruit was put to shame by the girls fiery red hair, the thick locks pulled back in a cropped pony tail that stuck out the back of her head like a bale of hay stacked up and tied together. At first look, one would think her to be a boy--and that's exactly what she wanted people to think of her as. She was rough looking with more scars than coins in her pocket, the only absurd thing other than her hair the silver locket hanging lose around her neck. "Mornin'," she greets calmly.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl glances at herand bites her lip nervously, letting the peach she had been eating drop into the dirt,"... Hi," she answers nervously

[Light]

The red head grins, clearly enjoying the girls sudden anxiety, "What'cha doing?"

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Stuff," The girl answers, her gaze flickering behind her

[Light]

She tosses the apple up and down tilting her head to the side, "That's not very explanatory."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I know," the girl answers softly," wh-why are you here..?"

[Light]

"I got bored," she sighs shaking her head, her short bangs sliding back and forth across her forehead, "and decided this place would be slightly entertaining."

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl mumbles under her breath and turns away, walking away quickly

[Light]

The red head yelps a bit and quickly speed-walks after her, "Hey hey,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl seems to skip a bit, like a nervous small dog, veering a row away

[Light]

She catches up and jogs to keep pace with her, "Gosh darn, can't ya slow down? I'm notta rapist,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" i know..." She squeaks, veering away again, hugging herself now

[Light]

"So WHY are you running???" she sighs exasperatedly, kicking up leaves on the ground as she fixes her path to try and cut the other off.

[CrimsonMoon]

She doesnt answer but suddenly disappears. She had stopped behind a tree when she knew the other girl couldnt see her

[Light]

She turns her head around frowning, "Okay then," she shouts, "be that way,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl sinks to the ground, trying to make herself small. Dad would be pissed if he knew she had met someone, she'd get in trouble any way if she didnt bury that half eaten peach...

[Light]

"... I'll come back tomorrow!" she adds before running away quickly, the apple core on the ground where she had stood moments earlier.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl sniffles as shouting came from a ways away

[Light]

The red head takes the long way around, not wanting to get caught by whomever was yelling.