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name; ryvie corniel
age; eighteen
sexuality; pansexual
mood; calm, happy
location; greenhouse
tags; trinity
age; eighteen
sexuality; pansexual
mood; calm, happy
location; greenhouse
tags; trinity
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Ryvie's heart jumped into her throat at the sound of Trinity bumping into the glass door. Ryvie swallowed and laughed a little at Trinity. That's alright. She smiled and cocked her head a bit to the left side of her body causing a few of her golden brown dreads to fall off her shoulders. Ryvie stood up and walked over to her herb shelf, What book are you reading? Her tone was soft. Her hands glided across a basil plant, searching for leaves to pick. Ryvie only picked leaves that had hidden themselves close to the stalk and hidden in the depths of the other leaves; however, they also had to be at least the size of a nickle. Ryvie plucked a couple and looked up towards Trinity with a small smile on her face. She stroked the few dark green leaves she had in her hand as she walked back to her desk. She clipped the few leaves onto a string by their stems with clothespins and hung the string in a window near the desk.


