who: helena and others! what: variety catchall for the month. when: end of july/ all of august. where: across the boat. warnings: likely discussions of death.
"Thank you...I think it took my cane as well, but it can't break that."
It is, to be sure, just peeping out of the leaves nearby, but Helena leans into Crabb, trusting her to make sure she doesn't get hurt. The plant is almost mournful now, clinging even as the weight pulls them back and away. No prize, no corpse to keep. Just disappointment all around.
"But to address your point...sometimes being poetic gets you in trouble you don't even think is a problem. That I know well enough."
"Not realising folks have read you wrong until it's too late?"
She makes sure to set Helena right and steady on the ground, away from the plants on the wall. Puts herself in the space between, just in case, when she reaches to free the stolen cane, too.
"And then needing to extricate yourself from a situation before it becomes as inescapable as the vines, all the while worrying about how this now reflects on you and their opinion."
She nods, and the plant remains still. Pouting, like a child told to go inside instead of playing in the mud. It'll leave them be, but woe befall whoever gets near it next.
"Guess my second blessin' is not giving a rat's arse what most folks think 'a me, by now," she says, at the same time as she yanks the cane free and hands it back to Helena, "though even I ain't totally immune. But yeah, I reckon I get what you mean."
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It is, to be sure, just peeping out of the leaves nearby, but Helena leans into Crabb, trusting her to make sure she doesn't get hurt. The plant is almost mournful now, clinging even as the weight pulls them back and away. No prize, no corpse to keep. Just disappointment all around.
"But to address your point...sometimes being poetic gets you in trouble you don't even think is a problem. That I know well enough."
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"Not realising folks have read you wrong until it's too late?"
She makes sure to set Helena right and steady on the ground, away from the plants on the wall. Puts herself in the space between, just in case, when she reaches to free the stolen cane, too.
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She nods, and the plant remains still. Pouting, like a child told to go inside instead of playing in the mud. It'll leave them be, but woe befall whoever gets near it next.
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"Guess my second blessin' is not giving a rat's arse what most folks think 'a me, by now," she says, at the same time as she yanks the cane free and hands it back to Helena, "though even I ain't totally immune. But yeah, I reckon I get what you mean."