[ it's a warm, balmy day, the afternoon sun shining down upon the vineyards, the scent of warm, ripened grapes and fresh earth thick in the air, and birds call overhead. the scene is positively idyllic, bathed in sunlight and a quiet, halcyon calm.
at least, until two young boys come crashing through the bushes, laughing and squealing and chasing one another.
you're it! cries the one with hair like fire, before he's dashing down the aisle between the vines, leaving the second boy to pout, but only for a moment, before he, too, takes off - and immediately trips on a root, sprawling face first into the earth at albedo's feet. he won't cry. he won't! he's too old for crying. but the boy's single visible eye is watery as he looks up, face flushed, his pride as wounded as his skinned knees.
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at least, until two young boys come crashing through the bushes, laughing and squealing and chasing one another.
you're it! cries the one with hair like fire, before he's dashing down the aisle between the vines, leaving the second boy to pout, but only for a moment, before he, too, takes off - and immediately trips on a root, sprawling face first into the earth at albedo's feet. he won't cry. he won't! he's too old for crying. but the boy's single visible eye is watery as he looks up, face flushed, his pride as wounded as his skinned knees.
though he's immediately distracted. ]
Who.. who are you?