e_delmar: (happiness or something like it)
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Ain't like the air's so different here.

There's a bit more grass. Bit fewer mountains. But there's air and water and land just the same's Wyoming.



Why it don't feel none like Wyoming, then, Ennis couldn't rightly say, but it feels comfortable enough, standing out here with one of the horses, looking off to what, he don't rightly know.

Date: 2006-08-11 12:08 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (laughter)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
"Thank you," says River, careful and solemn as a child, and then happily runs her fingers along the edge of the fence and grins up at Ennis.

"Yes."

Date: 2006-08-11 12:20 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (Default)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
River peers back.

Date: 2006-08-11 12:26 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (lady of serenity)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
River blinks, honestly surprised.

"I don't mind," she reassures him.

"Got a hat."

Among other things. But the hat's the one both present and visible.

Date: 2006-08-11 12:51 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (crickets smile)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
River beams.

That's a yes.

Date: 2006-08-11 12:57 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (laughter)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
"It's very purple," River informs him.

In case he hadn't noticed.

Date: 2006-08-11 01:02 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (laughter)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
River beams.

Because yes. Yes it is. And he's even using her 'verse's slang! (Even if it's totally unintentional.)

Date: 2006-08-11 01:07 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (teasing?  never.)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
"It's in the common parlance."

Date: 2006-08-11 01:21 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (teasing?  never.)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
Don't fret, Ennis. Nobody understands River all the time. River herself included.

She looks cheerful, anyway?

Date: 2006-08-11 01:26 am (UTC)
river_meimei: (small real smile)
From: [personal profile] river_meimei
River's surprised, but happily so. And after a moment's startlement, she slips an arm around his waist -- the other one is still brushing the fence rail -- and hugs back.

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