username: lordren ..|.|.. name: sage ..|.|.. gender: male ..|.|.. rollcall form: here
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- A light breeze slithers between the trees of the swamp. Alistair sits on a wide patch of moss beneath a dead tree, surrounded by different flowers, and holds his flower press on his lap. Unfortunately, it'll take a number of days for these to dry but he has collected a variety of new specimen to add to his collection. There's a heavy rustling a couple yards away in the brush that catches his attention. The blue kalon stares into the trees, waiting for another noise or an explanation of the sounds. After a few moments, a white kalon with gorgeous red accents steps from behind a black willow, eyes stopping on Alistair. Silence befalls the two.
"Hello." Alistair is met with only a look. He swallows awkwardly and curls his fingers on the pages. "Are you from Kamp too? Wait-- stupid question, of course you are. The area is restricted. I'm Alistair, I'm on Team Sunflower."
Again he is met with silence. He wonders why the other kalon isn't talking. Come to think of it, he hasn't seen this particular kamper yet, and he's met virtually everyone in Kamp at least once at meals. Someone who looks like this stranger would be hard to miss.
"Are you all by yourself?" The stranger's eyes narrow hesitantly, his lips pressed into an unsteady line as if he is struggling between speaking and staying silent. Alistair flips towards the front of his book before turning the pages slowly back to a blank one.
He twirls the water lily in his hands now with the book propped open on his legs. Alistair looks up to the strange kamper as he settles the flower onto the page. His glance flickers back down to the page; with a mechanical pencil, he begins designing the layout of the page. At the top he marks the scientific name and below it, to the left, he makes a section for notes, usually something about its pollination habits or particular anatomy. The red and white stranger moves forward, wet leaves squishing beneath their feet, until he is standing over Alistair with his eyes trained on the book. Settling beside him, he rests his glance on the blue kalon.
"I'm Sage. Not many kampers talk to me." His eyes move to the swamp. Crickets chirp in the background. "You like flowers? What a strange place to look for some. I have a scrapbook of presses back home."
"I've never had the chance to go to a swamp before, I figured I should spend some time here and get whatever I can. I found a water lily" Alistair turns the flower in his hands once more, then bending over to grab a couple different flora off the ground before him. They were from different areas of the swamp that he had visited previously.
"You're the only person that's talked to me." Sage leans his head on Alistair's shoulder. "Thank you."
"I have a feeling we will get along." The two smile.
