OOC: Closed for Blase and GaelicLover.
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The white whale!
The whiiitte whaaale!!!
Steve Saunders remembered the line of dialogue from Moby Dick and chuckled softly. He had in fact come to the little pond in search of a rarity - a white waterlily that he'd spotted there a few weeks earlier - but the plant with its pristine blossoms amidst so many of the ordinary pink variety was hardly a "deadly, immortal monster", nor was he an obsessed Ahab wanting to destroy it. He was actually there to preserve it, at least in digital form.
As he readied his camera, a skyward glance showed him that he was about to have a bit of luck. It was a fair day that promised to become hot as the sun rose higher, but a big, cotton-ball cumulus cloud was just about to pass in front of the sun. When it did, a few moments later, Steve got several shots of the snowy petals, still shining out amongst their pink fellows, but thankfully not overexposed, courtesy of Mother Nature's own diffuser.
It was pretty typical of Steve to be so focused on the flower that he missed the girl. Until she spoke, that is; then her query of "Hey, what's so interesting?" made him pivot in his tracks, his camera still held more or less horizontally, to find himself facing a seemingly amused Scarlett Evans.
"Oh, hey, Scarlet!" he said, surprise plain in his voice. "Uh, it's a white waterlily," he explained, gesturing vaguely behind him.
For a split-second he thought about raising the camera and telling Scarlet to smile, but it really wasn't his way to be so forward with people he didn't know well, even when it came to innocuous things. So, he let the moment pass and lowered his camera until it wasn't pointing at anything in particular.
Even as he gave up on the idea, though, he thought that it was a shame, because Scarlet was certainly worth a picture: Nearly of a height with his own 5' 10" and change, she was blond, slender and leggy, wearing a Yale t-shirt and jeans shorts. And despite the fact that they didn't go to the same school (he was a junior at the nearby state college), Steve had seen enough of her to know that the denim-covered rear view showed off curves that made you think round rather than big.
He wondered what she was doing here at the pond. Tucked away behind a shopping mall, it wasn't really frequented, except by kids who came just to play or maybe to fish for sunfish. It was too small and too shallow for things like swimming, or even to be a very good fishing spot.
It did have its own beauty, though, and made a pleasant starting point for the long hike to a much more isolated spot that he had planned.
"So, yeah," he said, turning his attention back to Scarlett, "I'm geeking out on plants."
He did manage a small smile then, because Scarlet was still a friend, of sorts, and because his shyness, though obvious, was not entirely crippling.
"What brings you all these yards away from civilization?"
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The white whale!
The whiiitte whaaale!!!
Steve Saunders remembered the line of dialogue from Moby Dick and chuckled softly. He had in fact come to the little pond in search of a rarity - a white waterlily that he'd spotted there a few weeks earlier - but the plant with its pristine blossoms amidst so many of the ordinary pink variety was hardly a "deadly, immortal monster", nor was he an obsessed Ahab wanting to destroy it. He was actually there to preserve it, at least in digital form.
As he readied his camera, a skyward glance showed him that he was about to have a bit of luck. It was a fair day that promised to become hot as the sun rose higher, but a big, cotton-ball cumulus cloud was just about to pass in front of the sun. When it did, a few moments later, Steve got several shots of the snowy petals, still shining out amongst their pink fellows, but thankfully not overexposed, courtesy of Mother Nature's own diffuser.
It was pretty typical of Steve to be so focused on the flower that he missed the girl. Until she spoke, that is; then her query of "Hey, what's so interesting?" made him pivot in his tracks, his camera still held more or less horizontally, to find himself facing a seemingly amused Scarlett Evans.
"Oh, hey, Scarlet!" he said, surprise plain in his voice. "Uh, it's a white waterlily," he explained, gesturing vaguely behind him.
For a split-second he thought about raising the camera and telling Scarlet to smile, but it really wasn't his way to be so forward with people he didn't know well, even when it came to innocuous things. So, he let the moment pass and lowered his camera until it wasn't pointing at anything in particular.
Even as he gave up on the idea, though, he thought that it was a shame, because Scarlet was certainly worth a picture: Nearly of a height with his own 5' 10" and change, she was blond, slender and leggy, wearing a Yale t-shirt and jeans shorts. And despite the fact that they didn't go to the same school (he was a junior at the nearby state college), Steve had seen enough of her to know that the denim-covered rear view showed off curves that made you think round rather than big.
He wondered what she was doing here at the pond. Tucked away behind a shopping mall, it wasn't really frequented, except by kids who came just to play or maybe to fish for sunfish. It was too small and too shallow for things like swimming, or even to be a very good fishing spot.
It did have its own beauty, though, and made a pleasant starting point for the long hike to a much more isolated spot that he had planned.
"So, yeah," he said, turning his attention back to Scarlett, "I'm geeking out on plants."
He did manage a small smile then, because Scarlet was still a friend, of sorts, and because his shyness, though obvious, was not entirely crippling.
"What brings you all these yards away from civilization?"
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