JUNIPER
you think i'm happy because i'm smiling,
but it's the easiest thing to do
So, the day of the fateful meeting arrived. Juniper made sure to arrive early and scout out the area, to make sure that no ambush or trap awaited her. Paranoia, perhaps -- if anything, Samuel should be the one worried about her intentions, not the other way around. After all, she'd openly stated that she wanted him dead. He had nothing to gain from attacking her, as far as she could see -- like Wessex, he probably realized that harming her would only make life even more difficult for the Ascended.but it's the easiest thing to do
But still, Juniper checked, just in case. No hidden ambush, not even any hidden observers who might try to blackmail her with knowledge of such a meeting: they were clear. So she stepped out from behind a tree and approached the man sitting on the log, slowly.
"Samuel Wordsworth? I'm Juniper Dubois."
She let the introduction hang in the air without elaborating; she wanted to see how Sam would open the conversation.
if you looked a little closer,
you'd find my eyes aren't smiling too.
you'd find my eyes aren't smiling too.
