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A flash of red in the corner of the eye is, this far in the woods, usually just a trick of the light. In these woods, though, it's just as likely to be a girl in a red hooded sweatshirt, a bag slung over her shoulder, picking flowers. This time, that's precisely what it is.
She'd been wandering around all day, acclimating herself to her new surroundings. The girl in red was used to living in deep forest, and so those of Pentamerone were nothing new-- just something new to learn. She'd packed herself a nice lunch of fruit and a thermos of stew, and she'd completely forgotten to eat it in her all-important quest for the perfect wildflower to complete her daisy-crown, and it took her tummy's loud protestations to get her to stop and eat. Now it was just a matter of finding a good place to do so.
Coming upon a stand of trees with a big boulder, Red figured that here was as good a place as any to rest and refresh-- it wasn't until she got very close that she noticed the rather exhausted looking young man leaning against the large rock. Surprised, she let out a small "oh", and clung to the side of a tree.
"I'm sorry-- I didn't mean to sneak up on you or anything, I didn't know anyone else was here... if I'm intruding, I can go, I just wanted somewhere to sit and eat."
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Red is a little scared at first, but at the bow, her face spreads in a wide grin. She gives a little courtsey (despite her lack of skirt... ah well, a courtsey in blue jeans is still a courtsey, right?) and giggles as she makes her way to the gigantic rock, sitting down and taking her little spread of food out of her bag.
"I'm called Rosalyn, but nobody really calls me that, unless I'm in trouble. My mummy calls me Little Red Riding Hood because I always wear my little red hood, and my da just calls me Red because he's not a very formal kind of person, so you can call me Red like everyone else does!" All the while she blathers, she spreads her food out in front of her-- there isn't much, but certainly enough to share. She offers the man a shiny pink apple, and a sweet smile.
"What's your name, then? And what are you doing so far out here in the woods? Are you lost? Where'd the rest of your clothes get to?"
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Watching the girl - Rosalyn, or Red as she prefered - hovering as if unsure of where exactly to put himself, he listened to her prattle on cheerfully with a sort of bemused expression on his face. Most strangers he met in the woods or near his lake were wary at best and hostile at worst. But Red, she was delightfully friendly and, confusion aside, Swan was fairly certain she was kind. The offered apple just sealed the deal for him.
Sitting beside her perhaps a little too close for casual acquaintances, Swan bit into the apple gratefully as Red asked her questions. A shame he couldn't answer them. Swallowing, he tried to explain as best he could with gestures. The first thing he did was touch his throat, then his mouth and shook his head, trying to get across that he couldn't speak. As for being lost, he looked around then gave an exaggerated shrug. Translation: he had no diea where he was.
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Red watches the young man's gestures carefully, leaning towards him, while eating an apple of her own. She's not exactly the brightest bulb on the tree, but she's always interested in people, so she does her best to decipher what he's trying to get across.
"You can't speak? Not at all? Not even a little? Not even your name? That's awful..." The girl's face falls in sympathy. "And you are lost, aren't you? You poor thing..."
She sits up straight, putting her hands on her hips. "Then I'll just have to help you find your way back to where you came from! Not that it will be very easy, since you can't speak... but I'll do my best to help!" She bites into her apple, determined, as if to punctuate her point. Red doesn't have any friends. Maybe if she helps him, he'll want to be her friend!
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Watching Red with wide eyes and munching on his apple, he shook his head repeatedly as she just reiterated that fact that, no, he could not speak. At all. Really. And at least she'd understood the part about him being lost.
It took him a bit by surprise that she'd offer to help him find his way, and a slight frown wrinkled his brow. what if she got herself lost along the way? That wouldn't do and he started to wave a hand, that, no, that wouldn't be necessary. He tried to gesture that he could wait until morning and find his way back to his lake, but he wasn't sure that he got all that across. In truth, it just looked like a strange, if purposeful flailing of hands and arms.
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Out of all the flailing, Red gets 'NO NO DON'T!', and that just makes her giggle, a light tinkling laugh like bells ringing.
"Don't be silly! I was born and raised in a forest, I know how to find my way through. Mind you, my forest was a bit different from this forest... but I don't mind getting lost! After all, it's not like I've got anyone to worry that I'm gone!" She forces a little laugh, and then almost instantly, Red's face falls into a pout. She thinks about her Gran, and the way she used to fuss and worry when Red would come home late for dinner. But Gran had been gone for a while now, and Red would just have to learn to live with it... that doesn't mean she won't miss the way things used to be.
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"Okay. Not in a city. Do you live in one of the villages on the edge of the forest?" While there are quite a few of those, at least it'd be narrowing it down.
The idea of this, if put to Red somehow, would make her laugh until she broke something. Red Riding Hood has always found herself very plain, and the sort of girl who lives alone in the woods is not exactly the glamorous, desirable sort, she figured, so she never seriously considered anything romantic. Not for more than a few minutes at a time, anyway.
She was, though, very friendly. Red didn't even seem to mind that he was missing his shirt or shoes, or that he was strangely clingy and couldn't talk. Any person, given a certain amount of time, was a potential buddy. The girl figures, maybe if she helps him find his way home, he would help her in return, if she ever needed it. And it's just fun to be nice, isn't it?
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"A lake!" Red laughs and jumps up and down, clapping her sweatshirted hands together. VICTORY! This only serves to prove how great her idea is. She might actually get this guy home!
"Fantastic! So you live in a lake in the woods. Now all we have to do is find the lake. That shouldn't be so hard." In theory, she thinks. "I mean, water goes downhill, right? So, if we just get to somewhere low, it will have to be near there! That's assuming that anything works normally around here. These woods are so strange! I keep feeling like something's watching me, you know? But I turn around and nothing's there. Maybe it's just the trees here. They feel so different from the ones back home. I wish one of the trees here would have a swing like the big old oak I had, the one my father made me. It was so much fun! When I was small, he used to come home and put me on it and push me until he couldn't push anymore, and then Mum would open the shutters and le-e-ean out the window and yell 'TIME FOR SUPPER'..."
Red doesn't stop to think when she really starts to talk. There is absolutely no pause between what's being processed in her mind at any given time, and what comes flying out of her mouth. At least it's not creepy horrible silence and spooky wolves howling or anything! And they're making good time... on getting wherever it is they're going.
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