Winter thoughts ((89))

[littlesongbird]

((I'm blaming the fact that it's sleeting and down right freezing over here on my part of the East Coast for this.))

Lise brushed a stray lock of hair off her face, tucking it behind her left ear, only for it to become untucked moments later. Just by sheer luck alone, she had managed to get a day off from work and she planned on enjoying it. Just her, her thoughts and the lovely, yet maddeningly, chilly weather. Who knew it could get this cold so fast? It almost made her yearn for home, where granted, it was only slightly warmer this time of year, but still it was warmer then this.

She adjusted her maroon colored scarf absently and made her way through the park, intent on exploring it. She hummed softly, absently as she wandered, slowly becoming lost in her thoughts. She had to confess that she had been glad it had been busy at the hotel - only so it could distract her from the sudden unfathomable yearning to see her family. She had lasted here in the States long enough that she didn't understand why she had wanted to go home - besides, she added with a mental nod, there'd be too many questions that she just didn't want to answer.

She let out a small puff, blinking her brown eyes when she saw it come out as a small puff of white. Okay, so it was colder then she had thought. Her tail twitched slightly at the thought of the chill. Definitely a day for a warm drink - maybe one of the speaks in town knew how to make a vin chaud she mused. She remembered sputtering as a small child the first time she had tried it at a family event - Raoul had put too much cinnamon in it and not enough sugar.

She gave a tiny "oof" as she bumped into someone. "S'il vous plaît pardonnez-moi," she murmured, forgetting where she was for a moment. She blinked her brown eyes as she recalled. "Please, pardon me," she murmured.

((vin chaud = frenchfood.about.com/od/wineandwinerecipes/r/vinchaud.htm - It's a hot red wine, with sugar, lemon and cinnamon))

[Meadowlark]

((I do have a note before I begin. I've been noticing this on and off with your thread starter posts: your final paragraph tends to set the scene a little too much, to the point where the responding character is trapped in a particular action. In this case it's running into Lise, which can be different depending on the character. For instance: Munkustrap would do his best to avoid collision, whereas the character I'm using is small enough and often scattered enough he might, but it also would feel different running into him than say...Macavity or Genghis. Just something to keep an eye on in the future.))

Ricky Logan stumbled back, off-balancing enough that his footpaws got tangled in each other. A snapped reply leaped to his lips before he glanced up and saw it was a lady. This could be useful. The kit was careful to make a show of a forced cough and making himself smaller as he apparently struggled to get back up, "N-no harm d-done."

[littlesongbird]

((I think that's because I'm forgetting I'm RPing with people and not writing massive amounts of fanfiction. I'll make sure to limit that problem. And forgive me if I'm slightly distracted with my thoughts - something that we knew was going to happen, did and well... An adult cousin of mine lost a battle with cancer last night - we just found out today. I do wish life would just slow down for a time))

Lise blinked her brown eyes, her left paw coming up to cover her mouth for a moment as she thought of what she had just done. Really now, she should have been paying more attention to her surroundings. She lowered herself slowly to the ground and offered the small kit her paws. "Would you like a paw up?" she asked gently.

[Meadowlark]

((I'm truly sorry to hear about your cousin. My thoughts are with your family. Take care, dearie))

Ricky looked up at her with wide eyes before he took her hand to accept her help up, "Thank y-you m-miss." Innocence. That was the key. Innocence.