The edge of the Forbidden Woods

Zack walked out to the edge of the woods, as he knew he would get in trouble if he actually went there, and looked for some flowers that he could give Eanor. After a couple of minutes, he found a patch of Lavender, and further more some Anemone. He plucked a couple of each.

The tree's thick trunks were moss-covered and fine rays were piercing the duvet the green leaves were forming. Every here and there, small animals would be climbing their way up the trees; insects, squirrels....
Dead leaves and branches were cracking softly under Arc's small leather boots.
Even though she loved Camelot High, she was yearning for the infinite meadows, the sharp wind, the ochre castle ruins and the enchanting dolmens of her native Bretagne. She hadn't seen a standing stone in a long time.
And she was longing for the Korrigans' jokes. She loved the little creatures.
To cheer herself up, she started singing a famous song of her country, "Tri Martolod".

- Tri martolod yaouank ... Tri martolod yaouank E vonet da veajin...

OOC: Here's that beautiful song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTuBnZrLbq0&feature=related

BIC: Her long black gipsy skirt was dancing around her feet as she was walking and she enjoyed that sensation of freedom it was giving her.
A plant on the ground suddenly drew her attention. It had a tall and slim stem, with an oval-ish hat of tiny white flowers.

- ... E vonet da veajin, gê! E vonet da veajin...

Arc bent down and touched the stipe with one mitt-wearing hand. It was hard. With her other hand, she opened the small leather bag was carrying around her waist and drew a little knife whose blade was sickle-shaped.

- ... Gant'n avel bet kaset....

With a small accurate cut, she detached the flower from the ground and put it into her bag. Arc held for some seconds the knife in her hands too, admiring it, then stuffed it into the bag as well.
Her black mitts were covering her arms from hands to elbows, and she held on a tree to stand up.
A move caught her eye and she turned her head to see a little figure disappear behind a tree. She felt watched and smiled, taking a loaf of bread and a tiny pot of honey out of her bag. She put it between one of the tree's roots, so the Little Folk would see it and closed her bag again. Arc felt their presence sharply even if she couldn't always see them.
Straightening again, she saw, some meters away, a patch of violet anemones. She loved the soft smell of those flowers; furthermore, they were alot of help to her and Aalana's decoctions.

- ... Gant'n avel bet kaset Beteg an Douar Nevez...., she sang, moving towards the flowers. Beteg an Douar Nevez, gê! Beteg and Dou-

She suddenly stopped singing and walking.
There was someone.
Not just a random someone, actually. That other guy, the guy they had met at the library. What was his name? Zacharie?
Zachary, she remembered.
The one that had flirted with Eanor.
She remembered the scene, experiencing the sharp pain of jealousy inside her chest. She was very possessive with her friends.
So what was she to do?
She considered fading away in the landscape and leaving, but the flowers he was plugging stopped her - the anemones.
Flowers of wisdom and healing, they tempered passions, eased love sorrows and quickened the healing, she quickly told herself, thinking over the plant lessons Aalana had given her.
Tempered passions, eased love sorrows.
She decided to just stand there and wait for him to notice her.
Arc leaned against a tree, not caring for the marks the rough tree bark would leave on her dark green T-Shirt.

OOC: Mouahaha, now it's my turn to write long posts! 32 lines! *feels proud* Hey, let's do a post-contest: the one who posts the longest post is the winner! We could do this for our quest A propos quest, Kendall pmed me, I'll forward you the message.

OOC:

Spoiler:

On the quest though. I gotcha. Going to make The Longest Post Ever™.

BIC: Zack sniffed the flowers to be greeted with the wonderful smell. Anyone would like that, he thought to himself, holding the stems in his hands and getting up, about to go away.

But there was that girl from the library leaning on a nearby tree... what was her name again? Awen?

The memory of the library resurfaced.

"Wait...related to fairies Eanor had told her. Fairies have nature magic..." He mummbled, looking at his flowers, then at Awen.

"Perhaps she can make them live longer or something!" He exclaimed, thanking his brain for working. He walked over to her, and bowed deeply before her.

"So we meet again, Awen. I have a question for you: Can you make these live longer?" He held out the flowers to her. "I'm planning on going on a date with Eanor soon, and I was wondering if you could perhaps make these flowers live longer or something? Enhance the fragrance?" He asked her. There was no smile in Zack's face, but a serious one.

Zack looked at her questionably. She was acting...odd. Even if he did meet her just yesterday, and hardly knew her, she was still acting odd. Almost like she was about to snap and kill everyone she saw. But he didn't bother with it.

"Well, er...thanks for trying." He said, a bit awkwardly. He looked into her eyes, which looked like they were trying to kill him, and then he looked away, raising an eyebrow to himself. He looked back at her.

"Do you know what Eanor's favorite color is? Or perhaps her favorite flower?" He asked Awen. "I'm trying to impress her." He added. Still looking a bit awkwardly at Awen.

"That's...encouraging." He said, still looking oddly at her. He was confident in his abilities to not fail. It was odd, though, for some person he hardly knew just say 'You're failing.' Zack nodded his head slowly.

"I got this though, there's no need for a pep talk or anything." He chuckled a bit to himself. This girl was certainly interesting, Zack thought to himself. He looked back over to the castle.

"If it's okay with you I'm going to go back now; I have to make sure my dress clothes are ready." He said, pointing over to Camelot High.

Zack raised his eyebrows, looking left and right.

This girl is about as crazy as you are!

Ha, don't make me laugh.

"Well...uh...bye then," He said to the laughter, walking away from the site, still looking left and right expecting her to appear right in front of him to scare him or something. Where would he go? He needed to check his suit in his room, and see if that was okay, then wear it. After that he needed to...well, find Eanor. And that would be all for today.

"See you when I see you, Awen!" He hollered back to where she once was.