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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Scourge turns, trying to negotiate himself back through the trees and away from the impending argument. "Nothing, nothing. Forget I mentioned it." He gets three steps into the woods before tripping and falling on his face.

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She's kneeling by his side in a few nanoclicks, her hand under his arm lifting him with surprising gentleness and strength.

"Forgive me," she says, words that none other than Cyclonus or Scourge are ever likely to hear from her. "I... only wanted to know. I'll stop asking if it troubles you."

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Scourge violently recoils from her touch, smashing into a few more trees as he scrambles backwards. Touch by someone he knows is hard enough, unexpected touch by a stranger is scary.

"Really, I was just leaving. Didn't mean to bother you," he babbles nervously.