Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 23:04:22 GMT
❊ BACK TO NEVERLAND ❊
There weren't many trees on Route 5, what with it being a plain and all. But one of the few in the area was currently lending its services as a glorified parasol, shading Rosalind from the summer sun as she took a break from collecting gems.
Though, "break" was probably a generous word. She still had Nova and Apollo out collecting gems together (hopefully without going at each-other's throats in the process), and Rosalind herself wasn't totally off duty, either. She was just taking care of another duty entirely—something, she would admit, she enjoyed much more than sweating in the fields looking for gems.
"-It was one o'clock when we left No. 3, Lauriston Gardens. Sherlock Holmes led me to the nearest telegraph office, whence he dispatched a long telegram. He then hailed a cab, and ordered the driver to take us to the address given us by Lestrade," Rosalind narrated, reading from her phone as the breeze in the grass offered gentle background noise. Her audience, a heavily scarred Scraggy, sat huddled against the trunk and looking completely enraptured by the tale. His hands were balled up in his loose skin, ready to pull it up around him for protection at the least sign of threat. But for the moment, the nervous pokemon looked halfway relaxed, which was why Rosalind was doing this in the first place.
Rosalind would never voluntarily read centuries-old fiction when there were fashion magazines and internet videos to consume, but Caleb loved books. At least, that's what Althea had told her when she sent him to her for help—and she'd been totally right, like always. From the moment she'd read the first lines of "A Study in Scarlet," the little guy had been hooked, his normal anxious energy buried under a stronger curiosity. As for why Sherlock Holmes...well, it was one of the only stories she'd read in high school without absolutely hating it, so the choice was for her own sanity.
The pair sat peacefully in the shade, Rosalind reading on with a tranquil lilt, and Caleb listening with motionless focus. Something so idyllic just begged for someone to come along and cause a disturbance.
Though, "break" was probably a generous word. She still had Nova and Apollo out collecting gems together (hopefully without going at each-other's throats in the process), and Rosalind herself wasn't totally off duty, either. She was just taking care of another duty entirely—something, she would admit, she enjoyed much more than sweating in the fields looking for gems.
"-It was one o'clock when we left No. 3, Lauriston Gardens. Sherlock Holmes led me to the nearest telegraph office, whence he dispatched a long telegram. He then hailed a cab, and ordered the driver to take us to the address given us by Lestrade," Rosalind narrated, reading from her phone as the breeze in the grass offered gentle background noise. Her audience, a heavily scarred Scraggy, sat huddled against the trunk and looking completely enraptured by the tale. His hands were balled up in his loose skin, ready to pull it up around him for protection at the least sign of threat. But for the moment, the nervous pokemon looked halfway relaxed, which was why Rosalind was doing this in the first place.
Rosalind would never voluntarily read centuries-old fiction when there were fashion magazines and internet videos to consume, but Caleb loved books. At least, that's what Althea had told her when she sent him to her for help—and she'd been totally right, like always. From the moment she'd read the first lines of "A Study in Scarlet," the little guy had been hooked, his normal anxious energy buried under a stronger curiosity. As for why Sherlock Holmes...well, it was one of the only stories she'd read in high school without absolutely hating it, so the choice was for her own sanity.
The pair sat peacefully in the shade, Rosalind reading on with a tranquil lilt, and Caleb listening with motionless focus. Something so idyllic just begged for someone to come along and cause a disturbance.
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