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Name: Asa Midge Byrd<br><br>
Wearing: short plaid dress<br><br>
Mood: Adventurous<br><br>

Autumn 18 10:00 AM<br><br>

The sky was gorgeous... pretty much the only way to describe it. One often looks up to the sky, meaning humans. They are fascinated by it's vastness, it's beauty, and it's secrets. Many times Asa had wandered around her rural mountains back home, looking for those extra special places filled with magic and wonder. Mountain caves, stream pools with jumping rocks, or just a perfect clearing circled by birch trees. <br><br>

Her new home was just as magnificant, but in it's own ways. Asa had been spending a few days wandering around the island, getting a feel for it's nature. The forests were beautiful, and the water was perfect for swimming... fishing... well anything really. There was a lot of flatness though, and that bothered her a little bit. It felt foreign to not be in the shadow of a large mountain or hill. <br><br>

Soon I'll need a job... Asa didn't like the thought, but it had to be thunk none-the-less. Her apartment wasn't going to pay for itself. She had noticed a nice cafe a few days back, and wondered if they were hiring a cook of some sort. That would be perfect...<br><br>

Lost in thought, she didn't notice that her surrounding suddenly became more tame. Almost as if she had stepped on to someone's property. Cooking often controlled her brain, and she was thinking of the lovely cute things she could bake for a cafe. I'm sure they already have a set menu and everything, but maybe... I mean if I got the job...<br><br>

BA-KAWWW!<br><br>

Asa almost jumped out of her shoes at the sudden loud sound. She turned to her left to find a large chicken-coup type building. This was obviously where the sound had come from, but why? Before anyone could even wonder, a small, cheeping, yellow animal came racing out of the building. <br><br>

It's escaping! The chick was racing fast towards the forest. It'll get killed out here! <br><br>

Asa darted towards the little chick. "Chicky, come back!" she cried. "It's dangerous out there!" Her dress rufflied around her legs as she hustled towards the little thing. I'm glad I'm wearing a petticoat! This thing would be staticy as heck otherwise after all this running! <br><br>

Finally, she caught up to the little baby. Just in time too, because it was almost towards some tall grass. It would be impossible to spot such a thing in tall grass. She picked up the chick. It was so tiny! Asa looked around. <br><br>

"Uhh.. now what do I do with you chicky?"
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Goddess, but Freya was worrying him. Day in and day out, Peter did little but care for her, and yet she didn't seem to be getting any better! He worried about her nigh on constantly. Surely it wasn't good for his health, not in the slightest. Even now as he trudged toward the chicken coop, reddish hair scattered messily about his face, his head hung low and his eyes traversed the ground, taking in everything from the tiny pebbles to the little weeds that were sprouting up in the field beneath his feet due to his absence. And yet...he couldn't help it. He just knew that he couldn't. Who else was supposed to take care of Freya? Their mother wasn't here anymore, after all. Nae, Peter had to surrender to helping her, healing her, even if it meant that his dreams and his aspirations had to go on the back burner for a wee bit of time.

He lifted a hand to drag it messily through his hair. Everything had gone so horribly wrong...he'd had such high dreams, such vast plans to take over this farm and to turn it around in only a season and a half. What sort of crazy man was he? He didn't even have enough money to turn that ridiculous looking shack that he and his sister called home into an actual house, with amenities and a kitchen and a bedroom, for crying out loud. The little one-room thing wouldn't suit them for much longer.

Perhaps...you should send her away. The thought was chilling. Was he crazy? Send Freya elsewhere? How could he even bear to do that? No. He just couldn't. He shook his head desperately, praying that the shiver running down his spine was purely from the nipping cold in the air that signaled the approach of Winter instead of some sort of sign that it was to be true. He couldn't let go of his little sister. He just couldn't. They'd never been apart, not for Freya's twenty-one years, and he couldn't bear the thought of it beginning now.

He was so utterly distracted that as he tugged the door of the chicken coop open, he'd completely forgotten about young Sally, who had hatched a few days ago, almost instantaneously learned how to sprint through the chicken coop, and had been dead set on fleeing it to explore the world beyond ever since. Peter only remembered when the angry Fluffy lifted a great protest to the sky, no doubt as Billy ran circles around the coop and tried to take flight once again from her roost, and he felt a brush of down against his slightly bare ankle.

Man. He needed to buy some new jeans.

Wait. Had she just...oh crap. Peter nearly slammed the door of the coop as quickly as he could to keep the other hens inside, as it would be much more difficult to catch their clawing and generally unhappy and hyperactive selves, but it took a bit longer than he anticipated. Good Goddess, Sally could get eaten! This was horrible! Finally it clicked into place and he whirled around, only barely catching sight of a little yellow fluff ball sprinting away toward the forest. This was the perfect time, of course, for Peter to throw a curse into the air, and he loudly did, even knowing that Freya would likely glare at him for it later, before he took off running toward little Sally.

It was only when he rounded the bend of his farm that he saw an odd green-haired lass in a short plaid dress chasing the little chick as well. Huh. Well, he'd introduce himself later. Right now, all the better to have troops! When she caught up to it, she scooped Sally up and held it close to her, where it looked quite at home, almost as if it simply belonged there. Peter pondered this for a moment before slowing his run to a walk, just in time to hear her muse as to what she was to do with it. "You could hand over my little Sally, since I'm her owner and all," he mused, his normally peppy tenor voice being a bit less excited than usual but still conveying the smile on his lips.

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<br>Name: Asa Midge Byrd<br>
Wearing: short plaid dress<br>
Mood: embarrassed<br><br>

Asa jumped 'bout a foot in the air at the sound of a voice. She hadn't seen anyone around before, and didn't think anyone was here tending the animals, seeing as the chick had run out of the coop. Sally? OH, THE CHICKIE! She turned around abruptly to face the voice, and was shocked. She always imagined farmers as old and hard worked. This man was very handsome, probably around her age. Must be the son... she wondered. <br><br>

Her cheeks flushed, feeling caught. It then occurred to her that she was wandering around on his property, had his chick in her hands, and she'd been sitting there contemplating his looks. <br><br>

"Oh! You startled me," She looked down at the little chick. "I-Uh... this... uh Sally was trying to escape you see," Asa felt stupid, stuttering through her sentences "I didn't want her to get eaten or anything, so I picked her up. I hope that's alright. I'm sorry," She held the Chickie in front of her, like an offering of apology to the man.<br><br>

She shifted her weight a little nervously, but the blush was wearing away. It was hard to tell if he was angry with her or not.<br><br>

"This... uhm, this is a very beautiful farm here. I was just wandering around, and I didn't know it was your property... I'm new here, and I don't really know my way around..." Asa had to force herself to stop talking, and the blush appeared all over again. Now it was just rambling, trying to cover her own butt. <br><br>

Now that she noticed, it was a pretty big farm. It was gorgeous, everything a farm should be. I wonder what he does with the eggs... they're so much better to use for baking.


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The young woman in front of him, whom Peter noticed very suddenly was actually quite lovely, jumped and spun around in the process to look at him when he spoke. He furrowed his brows a bit but smiled softly to her as he did so, looking generally confused at her reaction. He would have thought that his running steps toward her would have alerted her to the presence of another individual. However, after staring at him for a few moments of a rather awkward silence, the girl finally began to blush and looking generally like she didn't quite want to be there at the moment.

...rather peculiar, really, Peter reasoned, tilting his head a little to the side and feeling his longer locks of red hair move with him. Man. He really needed to get a haircut. Perhaps he'd check out the barber in town sometime soon, if Freya didn't get any better. But before his thoughts could run away with him, the girl piped up about his chick and offered Sally back to him. Well. At least she wasn't trying to kidnap the little thing, then. Or, you know, if she was, then she at least had enough sense to lie about it so that Peter didn't drag her off the premises.

Peter lightly plucked Sally from her grasp, immediately soothing the hyperactive chick by holding her carefully in his wide, warm hands. One of his calloused fingers rose to stroke lightly along her downy head, and, oddly enough, the chick looked almost like it was ready to drop off to sleep just from that. Hmph. Little narcoleptic chick. What a silly thing it was. It made almost no sense that Fluffy had been the one to spawn it, given how angry and bloodthirsty Fluffy often seemed to be.

His attention was drawn away from Sally, however, when the girl began to speak again, now complimenting his farm. Peter blinked before his smile grew a little, becoming a full grin at her words. "Well...I mean, it's not much, not yet, since I've only been here a season, and I really haven't had a chance to clear out the rest of the field with Freya being sick, and I couldn't really afford to hire the carpenter to build that many buildings yet..." He trailed off then, but there wasn't really an awkwardness on his side of the silence as he looked over Tiger Lily Ranch with a happy little smile. He'd wanted to own his own farm for a while. This was just...perfect, really. He couldn't wait to help it grow more.

Of course, Freya had to get better, and he couldn't really grow that much during the Winter, but it was worth a try. Perhaps he'd be able to afford to hire the carpenter to add on a few rooms to his house soon as well. Goddess knew that Freya needed it.

It was only then that Peter remembered that the young woman didn't know his name, and he turned toward her with a little bow, not wanting to sacrifice Sally's nap to shake the woman's hand. "I'm Peter, by the way. Welcome to Ocean of Stars. I think you'll like it here. Everyone pretty much does," he said with a chuckle, blue eyes sparkling with a bit more life and mirth than he'd felt in several weeks.

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<br>Name: Asa Midge Byrd<br>
Wearing: small plaid dress<br>
Mood: firtatious....<br><br>

His hand was warmer than the chicks, and looked like they were that farm-boy rough that girls go crazy about. In fact, Asa was going a little crazy about it herself... this guy was cute, seemed to be her age, could take care of animals... and what's this? He owned this ranch himself? A hard worker, things were just getting better and better. <br><br>

Always known for being a flirt, her giggly-girl attitude kicked right in. Oh goodness, don't make a fool of myself. Just because he doesn't care that I'm on his land doesn't mean that he wants to get to know me or anything. But the way that he handled the little chick -Sally?- Asa couldn't resist. He looked so warm and gentle, coaxing the little baby chick back to sleep.<br><br>

"I hope I didn't scare her too much," Asa spoke softly, as if she would wake the chick. She didn't really realize how silly it might sound. Sally was so serene and calm in his hands.... <br><br>

Asa was a little sad to see that the chick was disturbed by him pulling his hand away, but it was only a small shadow on the happiness she felt in feeling the warmth of his hands again herself. His hand shake was oh so lovely. <br><b>

"My name is Asa, it's a pleasure to meet you," A lovely smile was attached on the end for him. "Say, why don't I help you bring little Sally back to the coup... I'd love to see the rest of the chickens," Her smile widened in to a grin. She didn't really want to leave right away.
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There was something odd about the girl, Peter could tell, but he couldn't quite make heads or tails of it. She was smiling brightly at him. Her cheeks were still flushed. She was rather quiet as well. While these details all generally were what Freya did as well, there was something different with this lass. And then, finally, it began to break through the fog in his mind: ...is she flirting with me?

Well, this was new, to be sure! While Peter had been a little bit of a flirt back at home, he'd found absolutely no one who was anywhere near interested in him on this island, and therefore that part of him began to quell slightly. In fact, he thought he might even be able to connect said quelling to his interaction with one Jordan Walker, the frightening Australian lass who had shouted some rather horrid things at him that he hadn't even understood at the time. He'd only known just how intimidating they sounded, to be sure, and had made his excuses quickly to head back to the farm. It was only after arriving and discovering that he'd been sent out by Freya to forage in the first place that he knew he had to stop running into attractive ladies and instead devote himself entirely to his work.

...granted, that hadn't actually happened until he'd forgotten that he'd sent Freya off to the Fluorite Cafe with a promise that he'd been right behind her, but it had still happened. Yeah. Right after you got her terribly ill by forgetting about her and then letting her cavort with that Cole fellow. Good going, Pete.

The wound was still fresh, but he found that he couldn't spend much time thinking about it or dwelling on it. After all, the girl was suddenly returning his introduction. "Asa. That's an interesting name," he offered, perking up a bit again. "Only heard it used as a boy's name before, but I must say there doesn't seem an inch of you that isn't completely feminine." Surprisingly, the compliment didn't sound lecherous. Peter kept his eyes on Asa's, thinking them just as fascinating color as that of her hair, and a pure smile on his lips. While it was a flirtatious comment, it certainly wasn't dirty. Asa remarked about helping him bring Sally up to the coop, and immediately Peter's lack of common sense kicked in.

"Well...I mean, I don't really see how you could help me, miss, but I sure wouldn't mind the company." His eyes were a little blank as he said that, showing his confusion at her offer, but the fact that he was still smiling brightly proved that he didn't mind her coming along at all. He began to slowly walk backward toward the coop and waited for her to join him before he turned to walk toward it while facing it.

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<br>Name: Asa Midge Byrd<br>

Mood: Very Intrigued<br><br>

Surprisingly, his comment about her name being a guy name wasn't offensive at all. He saved himself by calling her quite feminine, which she giggled at, but only a tiny bit. The breeze picked up, tossling her hair around, and making her feel quite a bit chilly. I'd like to get in to that chicken house anyway, she thought. It's getting cold out here! She laughed as her dress ruffled around, and held it down with her hands. <br><br>

"This probably wasn't the best outfit choice!" she looked up at him, goosebumps forming on her arms, but they were hardly noticable. His hair was tossling about in the wind as well, and she found that quite attractive. <br><br>

He looked very inviting as he walked backwards towards the coop, so she caught up to him rather quickly. "I hope that it's cooler in there..." she mentioned. The wind had stopped, but it left the cool autumn chill behind. "I'm sure it is, farms always seem so cozy."<br><br>

((Wow, sorry this took FOREVER to write! And she's still flirting with him merciliessly.))

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