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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 200px; padding: 15px; border-top: #E4C9C9 solid 10px; border-bottom: #E4C9C9 solid 10px; background: #f1f1f1;] ❝ breathe out so i can breathe you in — ❞ Spring always was her favorite season. Elyse loved tending to flowers, and what better season to do that than in the spring time? Her duties at the ranch had already been tended to, and she had nothing else planned until mid-evening. Elyse couldn't think of a better way to spend her time than to walk along a flowery trail. While she loved flowers, she never picked any that had grown naturally in their own environment. Her flowers were all nurtured from seeds. She would never kill a flower and pluck it from its home. The thought was just horrible in her mind. Her walk along the path was a slow one, and she really was taking her dear, sweet time with it. The beautiful colors of spring were just so alluring. Elyse knelt down along the edge of the path to pull a snow white calla lily to her nose. Not too far off were some lavender hollyhocks. Strewn along the path, multi-colored tulips grew. As she stood up again, she gazed at the foliage around her. What a sight! Though something made her a bit saddened. Elyse walked farther up the path until she reached a newly created fork in the path. One was an obvious path created by years of foot traffic. The lake was a popular place to go so a path had been created. But the fork... trampled flowers and brush lay smashed into the ground. She could see the lake beyond through the break in the shrubs. Elyse sighed softly and knelt beside the trampled begonias. She lifted a stem and frowned. "How could someone do this to you?" A glance around told her that right around the corner from the true path lay the lake. But whoever did this was obviously impatient. "Paths are here for a reason..." she muttered. She had half a mind to go find who did this and give them a piece of her mind.

MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖

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As if on cue the perpetrator appears from the bushes, leaves in his hair and dirt on his clothes. It's not exactly Arden's best moment but it's not like it's his fault either, alright? He was just minding his own business and walking to the lake with some letters from home when the wind came and blew the papers away! So naturally he ran after them and maybe stepped a bit on some flowers in the process (okay no he just trampled them but that was an accident too) but after that, well, he may or may not have tripped right into a bunch of shrubs then. For once he was thankful that no one else was around, because the last thing he needed alongside tripping and losing his belongings was someone witnessing it all. It just wasn't the kind of image he wanted, this disheveled, klutzy guy without grace or flair.

So he brushed himself off and set to searching, thinking he would at least find his letters before anyone showed up. And he was on his last one too when he came from the shrubs to see Elyse there, kneeling beside his path of destruction.

Well, alright. This isn't really how Arden wants everything to go, but then again he's always been more of an improviser than a planner. He can make this work, with some sacrifices maybe; that he lost his things is an acceptable fact to share, because honestly who doesn't misplace their belongings every once in a while, but the whole tripping business? That's going to stay a secret.

"Hey!" he says, with a smile and a breezy wave of his hand. As if it's totally natural for him to just pop out of the bushes covered in dirt. "Fancy meeting you here! You wouldn't have happened to find any letters around here, would you?"

(hope you don't mind me just popping into your thread c: also, i'm assuming they probably already know each other since they've both been in town for a while?)