ivy-of-the-fae started following you

"I’m sorry, do you need something?"

"Oh - uh - perhaps you might be able to. I am looking for someone to show me around?" Ivy brought her eyes to floor, unsure of this new presence.

{ Open }

Juniper beamed at the strangers compliment. It wasn’t often that someone complimented her on something she did, so when it happened the girl was positively exuberant. A wave of pride shot through her small frame, and she giggled some.

"Beautiful? Do you really think so?" Her tone was hopeful, as her eyes flickered from the woman in front of her to the flower crown dangling off the edge of her fingertips. "My Mother taught me how to make them. She made the best crowns,” her tone became somewhat wistful. Longing. However, as quick as it came, it was gone. Her eyes trailed back up to meet the gaze of the woman, and she smiled.

"I do not mind if you take this one. I made it for you!" Well, for anyone who wanted it. The sentiment was still there, however. Juniper was simply trying to be kind. Brighten someones day. "I could even teach you how to make your own, if you’d rather not take this one." The young woman offered, hoping the other would take her up on it. Juniper absolutely adored company.

Pleasantly surprised by the strangers welcoming demeanour and warm gestures, Ivy smiled at the girl. "Oh that would be so lovely," she replied. Ivy could make a basic crown quite easily, it was a past-time with her mother, they constructed their own delicate crowns together. Ivys mothers was always a lot more elaborate and well crafted but Ivy was never fussed over it, her mother didn't gloat. Ivy uttered an introduction "My name is Ivy. It's a real pleasure to meet you,". An empty patch of grass lay next to the girl, "Do you mind if I sit?" Ivy asked, gesturing to the patch of grass.

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He cleared his throat and tilted his laptop screen down. “A tour? Uh-I-uh-sure yeah.” He shuffled on the stiff park bench-table-chair awkwardly. Human contact was always slightly awkward, contact with a girl was ten times more uncomfortable, especially a pretty one.

"There’s not too many places to go but I guess I can show you around."

'Not too many places to go,' seemed an accurate description of the plain town. Ivy's mind was as blank as the landscape itself so she replied a simple "Thank you,".

Feeling awkward she added "How have you been?"

{ Open }

Stick thin pale legs were on full display as the small Faerie sat criss-crossed smack dab in the middle of the secluded park. She hadn’t grown tired of her forest, no - of course not. However, even Juniper appreciated the occasional change in scenery.

Contented, she sat in a field of flowers. Most torn up; wilted, though the young woman didn’t let that pierce through her dream-like state. Weaving the ends of the small flowers together, thin fingers worked diligently. A tune - one that Juniper had pieced together subconsciously - was hummed softly under her breath.

Sensing a presence nearby, the being tilted her head up, a bright smile lighting up her features. “Hello, there,” she chirped at the stranger, tying the last of the weeds (flowers, in her mind) together. When finished, she let her creation dangle from her fingertips as she extended her hand toward the figure.

"Would you like a crown? I made it myself," she boasted - as if that little bit of information wasn’t obvious. Juniper was quite proud of herself.

A picturesque scene lay before Ivy, A stranger sat with her legs crossed and her delicate fingers busy working away at a well formed crown of flowers and leaves. She was surrounded by beautiful cocktail of flowers, a combination of wilted and healthy blooms.

The dream like figure raised her head smiling and offered Ivy a crown. " Uh - Hello there," Ivy responded approaching the girl. The crown was masterfully crafted, each vine intertwined so perfectly.It was reminiscent of the crowns Ivy's mother would make, delicate but also strong.

Ivy smiled warmly, the mystery girl had an aura about her that felt closer to home than most humans felt. "I couldn't possibly take it, its so beautiful,"

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He smiled like the dork he was. He couldn’t help it, despite her being far older she had a young air to her. “Beacon Hills, the park to be exact.”

'Alright, alright,' Ivy thought to herself, subconsciously nodding. The boy was sweet, especially for a boy his age, but it may be too early to make such assumptions at this stage.

Ivy stood and stared around her, the quaint little park was full of grass that had been laid then routed and various trees plotted sporadically throughout the place. Though artificially placed nature is better than no nature at all, it was still a hindrance to her conscience.

Perking up and smiling coyly at the boy, she did the textbook eye batting and then asked for a favor "Could you possibly give me a tour?"

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"Hiya. Stiles, I’m stiles." He flicked his hand in the air, one of his odd little gestures and looked up at Ivy, "Are you lost?" 

Ivy, embarrassed by this being the truth, shifted and avoided eye contact. "Uhh, yeah a little bit," she said with a smile. "Could you tell me where I am?"

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"Oh-uh- Can I help you?" Stiles looked up from his laptop to see a young woman, at least ten years older, standing in front of him.

Ivy stayed silent for a moment observing the young boy, she wasn't sure what to say. A small "Hello," escaped her lips, barely audible. She cleared her throat and spoke once more, but louder "My name is Ivy,"