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[+ SIR LILCELOT]

Have your engines at ready. She adjusted her seat in the bright, red wagon at remained tethered to the trunks of two large oaks. At which point, remained at an unsteady balance. Now Fallon was not among the most intelligent of sorts. She did stupid things (although she most certainly think ill of such events) too many times to be counted or stopped in complete honesty. Some would try but most would only smell the stench of failure. Which more than often smelled like fire or blood. One of the two. But that was aside the point. The point was that Fallon wasn't the brightest of people. 

Which may or may not have very well explained why she was doing this at all. The blonde licked at her finger, holding it to the sky and waited to see where the breeze was going. "Aye. It's a beaut' of a day t' be embarking on such a venture as this, ain't it Sheila?" She said almost indignantly, adding emphasis on some parts to mock a certain innkeeper. She rolled her eyes, resting her hands on her hips. "It's dangerous. You're gonna get hurt. You can't fly with a kite. Blah, blah, blah." She mocked, giving an indignant huff after. She'd show them. She'd show all of them! Especially that stupid, good for nothing Seijerk. 

He did nothing but shlup around at home all day like it was his job. But nooo. She wasn't allowed to call the guests bums. Excuse me. Her job was to clean up his bedroom. And let her tell ya. That was an experience she never wanted to recall ever again in her life time for as long as she lived. She didn't know what was going on with Seijerk and Iain (or as she would sometimes refer to him as daddy dearest). But she didn't like it. Stupid Seijerk. He had the audacity to touch her cupcakes. It was like he wanted to die! Who did that anyway? Rude ass bitches that was who. Oh. And who else. Keisugly. 

She usually didn't have a problem with him. Honestly! Of course he'd be a stupid uncle but. Whatever. But stupidity had a line drawn. And that line was at her Simply Lemonade. There were a few things that you didn't mess with in the world of Fallon Ravel. Her cupcakes. And her Simply Lemonade. But because some bitch asked for lemonade, he thought it was okay to give it to her. No, okay. No. You just. Didn't do something like that! Ugh! She'd show them and once she conquered the skies. She could just see it now. It'd be great. 

'Oh spare us great Fallon.' 'Mistress, forgive us!' She laughed darkly to herself, lowering her gaze to the ground as she fiddled with her hands. It'd be brilliant. So with that, Fallon mounted her wagon and adjusted the kite-turned-parachute on her back before promptly lifting a large pair of scissors before cutting through the ropes that tethered her to the face of the mountain. "Tally ho!" And off she went. Wheels rumbling with the tumbling rocks and through the brush of the Rose District. She cheered, the kite picking up some wind. She was doing it! She was doing it! 

Just kidding. The wagon was quick to hit a rock, tipping the wagon over almost immediately and flinging the blonde haired woman into the nearest tree. The rope that remained wrapped around the wagon tighter and caught her by her ankle before she hit the ground. Her hands covered her face as she dangled by the rope. Did she die? ... no! She had lived! Sweet success! Well. Sort of. She hadn't exactly did what she wanted but it was pretty close right? She cheered, arms hanging down beneath her before she was promptly spun by the rope. 

And her eyes merely widened at what she had found next. Oh why hello. Who was this? She pushed down her skirt. He looked terribly familiar. Almost too fam- ooh! She knew who it was! She swung back and forth like a pendulum and her arms swung back down. "Alice! You came back!" She was smiling too much for it to be even normal. This was great! Everyone was coming back and ooh gosh! They could hang out again. Not that they ever hung out to begin with but they could now! How exciting! "D'you remember me? It's me, Fallon!"

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[riza]

Alasdair inhaled deeply, the crisp autumn air lingering in his head as he aimlessly strolled about the quiet cobbled streets leading to the outskirts of the Rose District.

He wondered if it was just him who noticed that autumn seemed to have arrived rather suddenly that year. Once day, it was sunny and girls were still wearing their delicious swim suits (and, luck him, bright colored bikinis were in this year) and the next, the leaves were changing their colors and large, garish turtlenecks were sprouting up and growing in numbers as the hours went by.

Most years, there seemed to be a cooling off period between seasons. It was the calm before the storm, so to speak. But instead, all he got this year was the sudden shortening of days and a hint of chill that tinged the air; Crisp and fresh with the unnamable scents that were so uniquely fall.

He sniffer, peering into the window of the last shop on the street—nothing remotely interesting enough to stop him from quickly glancing at his muted reflection on the glass before heading away down the familiar mountain path—as he tried to ignore the vibrant hues of orange and red. Autumn was his least favorite season.

No, check that, he hated fall. He absolutely hated the season even though part of him argued that it was a rather irrational hatred, especially when one considered that it used to be his favorite.

It was a bitter-sweet season, when the earth began to change and the decay, ironically, was celebrated with the splashes of gorgeous colors and an overall feeling of excitement mixed with seasonal contentment. In the cloudy air, leaves blossomed into flowers before falling to the ground, only to be raked up by children who would then leap into them, ruining their work; a pointless game that was utterly worth it for the memories the made on those fall days.

The crops would need to be harvested soon, before the frost that iced windows in the early morning fully arrived. It would take everyone’s help to make it in time, but everyone always did pitch in, good humor and hard work at peace. Goods were canned and there was always something delicious cooking on the stove as fresh bread baked in the oven; it was a time for comfort food, thanksgiving and family.

He hated fall because, in its’ elegant simplicity, it made him think of home.

But, still, the autumn breeze felt nice.

Running a hand elegantly through his hair, he fiddled with the graying ribbon that held back his loose pony for a moment before shaking his head. He as getting too old to be thinking about that, he mentally argued with himself, pushing away the forlorn thoughts that were running through his head.

He never should have returned to Clover Village, much less Ivy Point. Sure, it wasn’t the original place he was running from, but returning to the small farming village brought back bitter-sweet memories of another village.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he slouched against the chilly air as he continued his trek up the abandoned mountainside, regretting his decision not to wear a jacket on his excursion. The time he had spent on the sunny beaches of Peony Bay had really spoiled him, not that he had thought to complain at the time. It was part of the reason he had loved the bustling town. It was everything that Ivy Point (and another place he refused to name) wasn’t. It was a busy port city, with delightful temperatures perpetually above seventy degrees, and filled with world class restaurants and first class skirts. And by skirts, he meant girls, though the fashion scene was considerably notable, especially in small town comparisons.

Though, Alasdair supposed that he was being a bit unfair. Despite all its’ small town flaws, Ivy Point always did manage to attract its’ fair share of lovely ‘skirts’; ranging from shy and adorable to tomboy-ish and dashing.

He shook his head. Last thing he needed was running into a girl. Hadn’t he learned his lesson in Peony Bay?

Even he knew the answer was no. He couldn’t help it if the ladies loved him, after all.

Groaning, he slouched further.

Glancing around, he decided that he had seen enough of the country side for the day, he turned to head back when a peculiar sound met his ears. Wagon wheels on the dirt road, heading closer. That a wagon was heading to the village wasn’t so much the remarkable thing. To be honest, there were a few farmers in the area that would often head to the village to peruse the shops in search of tools, seed and other necessities. It was more the fact that it sounded like the wagon was racing, out of control.

The hair on the back of Alasdair’s neck stood up with sickening clarity that that was exactly what he was hearing… and the noise was coming from behind him.

Turning, he jumped out of the road, watching as the wagon wildly turned and tipped over, tossing it’s occupant into a tree a few yards away from him.

”Watch out!” Alasdair shouted, admittedly, too late.

It was a sign, he decided, running over to check on the ill-fated driver. It had to be a sign. His first week back in Ivy Point and he was witness to someone’s untimely death. He really never should have returned.

The woman stood before he could reach her; he sighed in relief as she dusted herself off with relative ease. He eyed her, approaching the distance, a small smile spreading across his face as he took in that the driver was indeed a woman, and from behind, she was definitely one of Ivy Point’s highlights.

”Are you hurt?” he asked, for once not thinking of following that question up with a cliché (but effective) ’from when you fell down from heaven’. ”Here, let me help you…Fallon?”

He groaned as the female turned her cheery smile on to him, taking a step back as she called him his..ugh, nickname. He really should have nipped that habit before he left.

”Ah.... Fallon, love... do you have to call me that, still?" he whined.
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[+ SIR LILCELOT]

Now Fallon couldn't say that she was particularly fond of the autumn either. Not that she ever had been. Autumn meant classes. And classes meant that she often would make a fool of herself. But she was in college now, half way to graduation! ...that coupled with the fact that she attended a university online (even if it was online she still considered it impressive she had gotten anywhere at all) helped her get over her loathing of the season. at least a little bit anyway. Autumn also meant great, big piles of leves too!

She could remember all the vivid shades of leaves that would decorate the small town she had spent much of the latter half of her life in. Oranges, reds, yellows. It was always so pretty. Not that she had spent much time judging each color before diving into the grand piles of leaves. Fall also meant cinnamon and pies all around! She sometimes missed her family (not that she spoke to them much these days) in such instances. But she made a new one. So she supposed that would merely have to suffice for the time being. Nothing she couldn't live with!

But she didn't favor the change in temperatures. Nor did she enjoy the fact that with fall came having to be dressed 'warmly' (whatever that seemed to mean) and the fact she felt the compulsive need to eat. Fallon was no bear. But she'd be damned if that pumpkin pie was not calling her name. Regardless of such thoughts, they were far from her mind now as she swung a bit aimlessly from the tree branch. Part of her hoped it would not snap beneath her weight (not to say that she had already began putting on her winter weight). But things had a bad habit of never going her way it seemed. Maybe she was unlikely. Or maybe it was just life. 

She stated back at the other, blinking her bright green eyes in obvious amusement. How exciting! Alice - Alasdair, whatever he claimed his name to be - had returned to the town. Not to say that she was particularly pleased with the fact. Last she had checked, she was not exactly on speaking terms with the playboy. But maybe he had turned over a new leaf! ...eh. Probably not. But a girl could hope, couldn't she? Heehee, still. It was nice seeing a familiar face among all the strangers that had arrived in the town. It was weird walking around and not always saying hello to all the same people. Granted. She still had Carter (although only recently) and Kitty. But they were hardly company in the wake of Carter's rather pathetic crush. 

Ooh, wouldn't he be delighted that Alice had returned? Eh ... probably a no on that too. But that only convinced her further to try and befriend the blonde. Poor fellow must have been trying to find old friends only to find they had all but disappeared- whoa. Blood rush! Not good. Dazed, the blonde merely shook her head as she struggled throw herself up towards the knot that bound her to the tree. "Well. I guess I don't have to." She replied, undoing the knot before colliding with the ground not long after. Typical. 

She jumped up, dusting herself off. Good gosh. "Doesn't mean I will y' know? Maybe I'll stop callin' ya Alice once I come up with somethin' better." She laughed, leaning over onto the trunk. She still couldn't feel her legs. Stupid ... blood. Couldn't it stay in one place? ...well then again. If it did, then she'd be dead ... you know what. Nevermind! Once she regained feeling, Fallon merely rested her hands in her hips and leaned forward.

"Whatcha doin' back here anyway, dork? Did you strike out with one too many ladies again?"

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[riza]

”Fallon, my love… You have not changed a bit since I last saw you.” Alasdair couldn’t help but point out, passively watching the blond young woman bouncing around with her near trademarked exuberance. And, as far as he knew, it seemed like a completely true statement.

When he had first arrived in Ivy Point—the very first time that he had arrived in the village, that is—Alasdair really had not managed to make friends with the young woman. Instead, they had seemed to exist in that awkward phase that was stuck somewhere between acquaintances and neighbors. A friendly nod or even well-placed quips about the weather had passed between them when they would pass each other on the streets, but their interactions with each other were nothing past formally cordial and polite despite her pretty smile and roguishly charming way of attacking life.

Though, if his memory was correct, Fallon had been border line jail bait when he had last been in Ivy Point. That, more than anything else, probably explained why they had only ever been semi-acquainted neighbors

However, even if their own interactions were less than informative, Ivy Point was a small town and it was filled with local gossip; Praise the Harvest Goddess for small favors. Gossip was really all that got him through the day. Well, that and a few well-placed jibs at Carter, Kitty’s sweet giggle in his ear, Brigit’s stern voice of sober wisdom and Fern being.. well, Fern. But, those long ago memories were neither here nor there at the moment with the point simply being that just because he didn’t know Fallon didn’t mean he did not know about her.

Then again, the logical side of him argued that maybe he knew less true ‘facts’ about her than two year old gossip would have him believe. After all, there was the old saying that gossip was, after all, usually one-third right and two-thirds wrong. Well that and someone had once told him that Fallon was going to be a rock star. Something obviously got mixed up somewhere along the line, like the game ‘telephone’ that kids would play.

Then again (again), maybe what he should have told her was that she hadn’t seemed to have mature mentally. Alasdair’s eyes unconsciously lingered over her suddenly long legs, watching her dust herself off. Okay, so maybe Fallon had changed a bit over the last few years, but it was all progress from where he was standing.

Well, mostly progress.

” Did you strike out with one too many ladies again?"

Shudder. People really seemed to have an annoying habit of remembering things that they really shouldn’t. Like certain unmanly nicknames.

Alasdair pouted slightly. “I never strike out. he primly informed Fallon, turning his thin nose slightly up in the air.
”I was missing you’re beautiful face, love. I come back to see you and you torture me? Tsk tsk.” he shook his head slightly before winking at Fallon. ”But, I’ll gladly forgive you if you want to reshow me around the village…Say, tonight around seven?”

…At least he was ninety-eight percent sure she was no longer jail bait.

[+ SIR LILCELOT]

"Now the way you put it makes it sound like that's a bad thing." She replied, laughing a bit. Was it really so strange? She hardly thought that it would have been normal if she had all of the sudden dulled down in her disposition. How boring! That was definitely not a Fallon she ever wanted to see. Then again, she wasn't sure if she could see herself. Well. There were mirrors but in like a philosophical sense- ack! Forget it. It was making her head hurt! Refleception was not something she wanted to even begin to grasp. Was that even a word? 

Fallon couldn't recollect most of the memories that she had of the friend (yet still stranger) she stood in front of now. She could recall moments in which Carter would blatantly address him as Alice or some other sissy name. And when he would occasionally play wingman to Brigit (who she also had no idea of where she was). But outside of that, had they ever really spoken? Probably not. She wasn't particularly fond of playboys and Aly wasn't fond of jailbait (as she later learned she was). Details, details. That was all in the past! They could definitely as in D E F I N I T E L Y be friends now! 

Well. Maybe. She wasn't completely sure. With what she knew about him and what she knew about herself, she wasn't so sure if things would go along so swimmingly after all. But such details couldn't be helped, she thought. People were people. No rhyme or reason to any of them. Especially not to herself! If that even made sense to begin with. Probably not but who cared? It wasn't like she said it out loud or anything. 

Dust brushed off her skirt, the blonde leaning back on her heels to inspect her legs for any sign of injury. Whoo! She was definitely lucky this time! Usually something broke or snapped. And more than often, it was someone else. Not so much her. Maybe she was just lucky. Ooh. Had she touched a sore spot? The edges of her lips curved into a thin smile, almost satisfied with her response now. "That's not what I hear~" She chirped, voice teasing in nature. She merely laughed to herself, averting her gaze from the other to look to the side. "But sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night buddy."

Eh? Beautiful? Hardly. Fallon called herself many things. Beautiful was not one of them. Playboys and their words. Just made everything super, super awkward. Or maybe it was just because she wasn't used to such treatment. Over half the people she knew still treated her as though she was a child. Maybe it was how she behaved, but she was most definitely not a child anymore. She didn't need people looking after her and telling her what to do. That was like. The whole point in growing up, right? Although it seemed as though she was better at pretending she was than rather actually doing it. 

Regardless. It was strange. And what she thought was even stranger was his next statement. "Um. How about no?" She replied, lacing her fingers together behind her back. "There's nothing you can see at night anyway. I can just do that now. Don't you think?"

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