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[color=springgreen]Location[/color]: His Treehouse -> Mystvale Proper
[color=springgreen]Interacting With[/color]: | [color=forestgreen][b]Jessamine Oakwing[/b][/color] [@MiddleEarthRoze] |
[sub][url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=206484939]Peter's Outfit[/url][/sub][/center]
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Peter very much liked living in isolation. It was his preferred state of being. Going into town was a special trip reserved for when he needed groceries, or there was urgent business that needed attending to. Or if there was an earthquake that nearly destroyed his house. Hey, his tree house may look nice, but it's still built in a tree, and is quite susceptible to the earth shaking. Add in a mysterious message from Lucy Pevensie, fellow former resident of the Never, and his curiosity was piqued. Piqued just enough to head into town.

And so, he scaled down his tree, shoes crunching the dead, damp leaves that blanketed the forest floor. Hands shoved in his jacket pockets, his breath forming miniature clouds of mist in front of him, he made his way into town, his scowl slightly less scowly today. After all, something was clearly up.

In town, people were moving all about, woken up far earlier than normal by the events of the morning. He made his way to the one place he didn't despise. Ms. Oakwing's diner, where he walked in and took a seat at the counter, offering up a small wave to Ms. Oakwing, even a slight smile. [color=springgreen][b]"Hey, Jess. I'm guessing you got Lucy's message?"[/b][/color] he asked, rubbing his hands together to warm them up.