[Jean is, to say the least, enjoying herself far more in this port than the last one. She was wary, at first - even with all her power, there are things you can't prepare for. But after a day spent in the forest, she's become ridiculously relaxed. The natives are genuinely peaceful; their minds are direct, simple, soothing. There are no hulking tyrannosaurs or bloodthirsty butterflies to watch out for.
So she's smiling, as she walks through the trees. Exploring, experiencing. She wearing clothes that vaguely resemble a potato sack, and her hair is braided with flowers. (She's got bigger ones in a basket; she can replant them on the Barge.
At first, her smile deepens when she sees Peter. She's glad to see him back, and safe.
But it doesn't take a telepath, really, to see he isn't whole.
Her steps slow, and she's not sure if she should approach or not, but - to heck with it. She walks closer, and she smiles again - softer, sadder.]
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So she's smiling, as she walks through the trees. Exploring, experiencing. She wearing clothes that vaguely resemble a potato sack, and her hair is braided with flowers. (She's got bigger ones in a basket; she can replant them on the Barge.
At first, her smile deepens when she sees Peter. She's glad to see him back, and safe.
But it doesn't take a telepath, really, to see he isn't whole.
Her steps slow, and she's not sure if she should approach or not, but - to heck with it. She walks closer, and she smiles again - softer, sadder.]
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