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[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

[Chasing chickens across her property. Again.]

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[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ She might observe a little redhead that seems to be having a conversation with one of the chickens. ]

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

[She notices the redhead, pauses and blinks, thus letting several of her wayward chickens disappear in the undergrowth. She'll get them later.]

Oh. Uhm. Hello?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ She bends and picks up the chicken with ease, wandering closer to the other woman and holding the animal out with a big, friendly smile. ]

Hello. Yours, I believe?

[ She speaks with a soft Scottish accent, and her voice is warm and bright. ]

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

[Isolde takes the chicken with a familiar ease. She's done this before, time and time again.]

Yes, absolutely mine. They, well, they escaped and if I let them roam around too long they go into trees.

[She smiles sheepishly]

I don't like climbing trees.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

You don't? I quite like them myself, so many memories. D'you want me to help round them up?

[ And then she giggles. ]

The chickens, I mean. Not the trees.

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

[She laughs as well.]

I'd appreciate any help you can give me. They're crafty little buggers.

[The chicken in her arm clucks as if to disagree.]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ Siobhan gives the chicken an admonishing look. ]

That wasn't a very nice thing to say.

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

[Isolde looks at the woman, then at the chicken and back at Siobhan.]

Did she, uhm, and then- You understood her? Oh. Oh my.

[Not that she is one to judge, considering that most people she talks with are dead and one of them doesn't even remember being human to begin with. No judgement, totally judgement free zone.]

What did she say?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ Siobhan is a very judgment free zone, and does indeed talk to ghosts as well, if they show up. But it's always a nice surprise when people don't act like she's totally batty for talking to animals. ]

That they wouldn't run out if you could just remember to shut the gate behind you properly.

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

What?! But I didn't. Okay, maybe I did, but usually it's Little Belle's fault. Honest.

[She looks at Siobhan with big eyes and nodding fiercely.]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

Dinna fash yersel, love, I didn't say I believed the bird, now did I? You just asked me to translate.

[ She gives Isolde an amused look, but still tries to be reassuring. ]

[ghostlynurse.livejournal.com]

[And forgive Gwen while she is looking at this surprised]

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

[She comes to a halt, an awkward grin creeps onto her face.]

Uhm... Yes. The- eh- the chickens escaped. So I'm just trying to, well, catch them. Yes.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ She might observe a little redhead that seems to be having a conversation with one of the chickens. ]

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

[She notices the redhead, pauses and blinks, thus letting several of her wayward chickens disappear in the undergrowth. She'll get them later.]

Oh. Uhm. Hello?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ She bends and picks up the chicken with ease, wandering closer to the other woman and holding the animal out with a big, friendly smile. ]

Hello. Yours, I believe?

[ She speaks with a soft Scottish accent, and her voice is warm and bright. ]

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

[Isolde takes the chicken with a familiar ease. She's done this before, time and time again.]

Yes, absolutely mine. They, well, they escaped and if I let them roam around too long they go into trees.

[She smiles sheepishly]

I don't like climbing trees.

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

You don't? I quite like them myself, so many memories. D'you want me to help round them up?

[ And then she giggles. ]

The chickens, I mean. Not the trees.

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

[She laughs as well.]

I'd appreciate any help you can give me. They're crafty little buggers.

[The chicken in her arm clucks as if to disagree.]

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ Siobhan gives the chicken an admonishing look. ]

That wasn't a very nice thing to say.

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

[Isolde looks at the woman, then at the chicken and back at Siobhan.]

Did she, uhm, and then- You understood her? Oh. Oh my.

[Not that she is one to judge, considering that most people she talks with are dead and one of them doesn't even remember being human to begin with. No judgement, totally judgement free zone.]

What did she say?

[growsowngoats.livejournal.com]

[ Siobhan is a very judgment free zone, and does indeed talk to ghosts as well, if they show up. But it's always a nice surprise when people don't act like she's totally batty for talking to animals. ]

That they wouldn't run out if you could just remember to shut the gate behind you properly.

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

What?! But I didn't. Okay, maybe I did, but usually it's Little Belle's fault. Honest.

[She looks at Siobhan with big eyes and nodding fiercely.]

[ghostlynurse.livejournal.com]

[And forgive Gwen while she is looking at this surprised]

[girlamongghosts.livejournal.com]

[She comes to a halt, an awkward grin creeps onto her face.]

Uhm... Yes. The- eh- the chickens escaped. So I'm just trying to, well, catch them. Yes.