Nexus. A bench near a stone arch. A different take on things

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Threnody is unaware of the symphony of bird song occurring over her head and all around her. She's paying no mind to the local rodent population, though there's a squirrel sitting on her foot right at this moment. She has no attention to spare for the bright forms of the flowers that are scattered throughout the undergrowth and the grass of the little forest glade she's found. Most of her attention is focused on the tiny construction of paper and various colouring chemicals that she holds between her fingertips.

Cyclonus would be non-plussed, and Scourge would be quietly and uncomprehendingly supportive if they found her now, but she's used to those reactions when her friends find her with a book.

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"Will you tell me your name first?" There's a slight plaintive note in her voice. Being reacted to in this way by someone so almost familiar is disturbing.

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Scourge takes a half-step backward, arms still curled close. It's a strange thing and it's interested in him and he's not sure what to do about it.

"Scourge..."

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Her optics widen with surprise as the familiarity snaps into place, and she takes her own step back, only to stumble over the bench and land on it with a clang.

"Scourge!" she exclaims softly. "But...."

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Again Scourge takes a nervous step back, hiding himself partially in the trees. "Whoever you think I am, I'm not him."

The mistake has happened before, and generally worked to his advantage when he needs to scare people. But he doesn't want this one attacking him for it.