Emrys Jernigan
How many could say that they still get thrown out of their house at the age of twenty? Growing desperate over the lack of a social life Emrys had, and believing in taking matters into hands directly his mother had thrown the mute out of the doors. He would be allowed back in after he had made a round in the village and maybe picked up a new friend. A small obstacle, in the opinion of the woman who didn't entirely understand the root of Emrys's problems.
The mute hadn't minded it too much. It wasn't the first time it happened and it certainly wasn't going to be the last. He just had to find a place to hang around for the coming hour before returning, somewhere where he could be alone and quiet preferably and as it was still quite chilly outside the male decided that the library would be a good place.
It wasn't the first time Emrys was visiting the library in the village either. He frequently visited the place, as he liked to spent his time reading and felt comfort between the hardcovers and the printed words. However, it was going to be a first for him to stick around for so long as he usually went in going straight for the shelves of his favourite genres before checking out just as quickly. Today, however there was no such plan, none other than perhaps explore some new literature and hopefully avoid social interaction.
That plan was quickly ruined, however. Upon entering the place he heard the dull thud of books hitting the ground, accompanied with the flapping of wings that seemed to near in on him. Not soon after the male recognised the little bird from the Animal Festival with the animal recognising him just as well, flying over once more to nestle itself on top of his head.
Oh great, he had forgotten that the new librarian was Hua Jiang. And it just so happened that Emrys had made himself an utter fool in front of her just yesterday, along with Máire as a witness because of… well, himself. He really could only blame himself for all the awkward, but that's besides the matter.
Feeling himself slowly grow red Emrys stood still, afraid to displease the bird that had made itself comfortable in his thick hair and unsure of what to do. Was it too late to wave a hello? Or was that too awkward?
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Sander Sudworth
It had been a while since Sander had last visited the city, a long while in fact. He hadn't lied when he said that he didn't like it there. Too cramped, too damp, too rushed. The city held everything that reminded him of what he had lost and what he had gained too much of, everything he rather ignored.
Mary's house was easy to find after going there once. A fair distance away from his little cosy place in the forest, a safe distance as well which meant that no one could accidentally stumble upon his little place. Distance enough for Sander to realise that he had to adapt himself to the new customs belonging to this time, which meant that he should probably continue in car instead of on foot. Especially considering that the patient was probably in no state to walk, seeing as she did hurt her ankle pretty badly.
"A fair morning to you, miss," the male greeted the school teacher, his hand waving over his head as if taking off an imaginary hat along with a bow. He had arrived much faster than he would have ever managed walking. Much cleaner as well as he had made sure to clean off any mud on his boots before entering his 'car'. An old red brick it was, reminiscent of the classic toy model that he happened to have in his pocket. On such a short notice Sander had been unable to come forth with anything newer, something he hoped Mary didn't mind too much.
"Ready for an adventure?" he continued extending an arm out to the woman, a smile ever present on his face. If he had observed correctly Mary didn't like the city any more than he did, which suit him quite well. It meant that they could just go to the hospital and straight back afterwards with no need to linger about for longer.
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Edith Gerhardt
Even bright and early the Gerhardt compound was bustling, buzzing around about speaking of business and finances. Talk in which Edith found a home, but also felt overwhelmed with at times as even she needed a break from work every now and then. Not that she would ever admit such. Gerhardt's were seasoned work-a-holics, she was no exception.
Yet, here she was, outside on the porch and ignoring her overflowing agenda for the morning which included the family meeting to review their sales of the day before. Nothing that Edith was too interested in and nothing that ever held or contained any new and surprising information that so greatly impacted the family business. The Animal Festival really was just another day to them despite the liveliness of the village.
Her morning turned much more exciting when a dog ran over, barking after a squirrel as it chased the little thing over the porch. Letting her arms fall to the side Edith smiled at the antics of the little pet, jogging over to the dog as she caught it to a halt.
"Now there, little fellow," she cooed at the dog, rubbing its head as she crouched down. The attentions of the dog immediately went over to the new stranger, eyes twinkling in excitement as it pushed its nose against her. Chuckling Edith took a quick look at its collar before scratching it behinds its ears.
"Pancake, huh? Aren't you the sweet one."
From the way the dog interacted with her Edith could tell it was a happy dog, one that lived in a loving family and got plenty of room to spend its energy. Unafraid as well, as it didn't seem to be wary of the blondine. Well-socialised, which hinted that the dog was no stranger to meeting with people. A fact that made Edith happy in turn, for she knew that many of its peers weren't as lucky, unfortunately.
"Now where is your owner?" she whispered to the dog, releasing the animal from her affections. Pancake wasn't quite done playing, however jumping up and down against her legs as it pawed and pushed at her. Edith happily complied to the invitation. The owner wouldn't be too far off, she figured.
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