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[slightly place-holdery]

Trudy likes dealing with Dr Louise Donnelly. She's more street than academy, which Trudy appreciates. But Louise is working the Na'vi near the coast, so today Trudy is just dropping her off.

Trudy doesn't even touch the ground, just hovers above it as Louise jumps out and runs out of the way. She turns and gives Trudy a cheerful salute, and then adjusts her pack slightly as she heads off. Once Louise is clear, Trudy raises Maya and turns in the air, heading back over the jungle.

Date: 2010-12-06 03:11 am (UTC)
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"Deceptive, isn't it?"

It's bright out, and as they pull up and head back towards Hometree the ocean catches the light and glitters. Grace touches her throat where the comm link lays.

"Something so beautiful can be so deadly."

Getting Louise out here in time meant starting out at an ungodly hour. Village life starts early, and the Na'vi children will in all likelihood be waiting on Grace before they get to the school.

Date: 2010-12-19 10:08 pm (UTC)
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Grace barks with laughter.

"So there are some people at Hell's Gate who are screwed out of every orifice," she snorts. "Ever heard of Foxglove? Extinct on Earth. It was a three foot tall plant, with little bell-like flowers. Popular at weddings."

Large golden eyes flick from the horizon to the back of Trudy's head.

"They were also called Witches Thimbles. You could kiss your heart goodbye if you ever tried eating one."

Date: 2010-12-19 10:24 pm (UTC)
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"No one said botany couldn't be poetic."

Date: 2010-12-19 10:49 pm (UTC)
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"I've noticed."

Samsons aren't great places for conversation, if you like quiet chats over dinner.

"You get that from your father?"

Grace has never been the quiet type.

Date: 2011-02-12 03:37 am (UTC)
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"Both?"



Hm.

"Don't tell me your mother kept a garden."

Date: 2011-02-12 04:17 am (UTC)
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"You know that green stuff you occasionally see growing around in the dirt?"

Date: 2011-02-12 05:04 am (UTC)
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Grace laughs.

She's come to enjoy these heart-to-hearts of theirs.

"That's more than what you can find in the typical Terran household. Unless you count freeze-dried broccoli and black mold."

She watches the sea of green roll by beneath her feet.

"Hobby?"

Date: 2011-02-12 05:31 am (UTC)
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"And your father?"

Date: 2011-02-14 06:01 am (UTC)
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"There's a reason I picked botany over anthropology."

Aside from her scathing disdain for most of the people she knows (and knows of).

"It's hard to keep plants in the past. They're always growing, adapting, changing."

Date: 2011-02-14 06:25 am (UTC)
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Her grin is all the more sharp in this body, a cage of white dentine flashing from parted blue curtains.

"I'm curious about some people."

Amber irises flicker in Trudy's direction.

Date: 2011-03-06 02:20 am (UTC)
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"I'd like to think so."

And for the most part, she does.

"There's a clearing a little closer to the school than where you usually set down. It's not as easy to get to, but you can handle it."

Date: 2011-03-06 03:52 am (UTC)
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And Grace doesn't want to carry her half a mile back to the samson in case there are any problems with Pandora along the way.

Details.


"Bingo. How's your Na'vi?"

Date: 2011-03-06 06:21 am (UTC)
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"Not bad."

Better than not bad, in fact. Her accent is pretty damn good.

Date: 2011-03-12 04:20 am (UTC)
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She stretches her spindly legs out of the samson and lands softly, adjusting the bag slung over her shoulder. She's already laughing (serves you right, picking the Bonita with spirit), so it's with a brilliant smile and a quick once-over that she asks: "Can you balance with that thing on your back?"

Date: 2011-03-12 04:51 am (UTC)
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"I believe you have," she says, already picking her way into the brush. "Which is your business. Unless you bring it into my school; then it becomes my business."

Almond-shaped eyes turn on Trudy. "I don't think either of us wants that, so let's not beat a dead horse. Standard infantry rifle, fine. You take your precautions, I take mine."

Date: 2011-03-12 05:07 am (UTC)
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Her ears twitch forward.



"All right."

It's almost a challenge. Prove it.

"Just so long as we're clear, the children are my first priority here. Oh, and they're watching every move you make, starting three minutes ago."

Date: 2011-03-12 05:22 am (UTC)
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"Different beast, marine."

Date: 2011-03-13 03:33 am (UTC)
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Trudy shouldn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary while she scans the area. The forest is relatively quiet, and the Na'vi are exceptional at blending in.

It's not long before the growth parts to reveal the school. It's just a cabin, simple and rustic.

"Home sweet home."

Date: 2011-04-07 05:34 am (UTC)
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"Oel ngati kameie, Sylwanin. Neytiri."

Grace lifts her head, glances briefly at Trudy, and holds up one hand.

"Poe mì tì'eylan za'u. It's all right."

The tallest girl glances sternly between Grace and Trudy. If the Skyperson's Na'vi has thrown her off, she doesn't let it show. The last few steps from the porch to the Avatar and her escort are taken purposefully, with almost a swaggering confidence. She cranes her neck in the direction of the metal ikran, ears pinned with suspicion.

"There are no more?"

"We are the only ones today," Grace says, grinning as more children start to appear. "Trudy Chacon is here to ensure my safety."

Sorry, Trudy; the sarcasm just slipped out.

"You are a warrior?" asks Sylwanin, ears perking. "Not karyu -- teacher? Tìftia kifkeyä..."

She looks to Grace for the English.

"Scientist. No, she's not a scientist."

Date: 2011-04-08 01:13 am (UTC)
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Sylwanin and Neytiri say nothing, staring at Trudy as if the explanation is senseless. They exchange looks.

"Sa'nok!"

Grace lowers herself to the level of some of the smaller Na'vi children, greeting each personally and warmly. They greet her with questions about the day's curriculum and last week's lessons -- as well as questions about the strange Skyperson, of course. Some have never seen one up close before.

"Why do you fly?" Neytiri eventually asks Trudy.

Sylwanin remains silent, pacing a proud circle around the marine.

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