rosslynn happily skipped down the route. her hands would move to pick several flowers and arrange them in a happy little bouquet. with a smile, she continued on her way until she found herself within view of the young man sitting on the stump. while she paid no mind to him, she kind of got in the way of where of where he was looking and painting. but, despite this, the green haired girl would giggle in her own little world as she played in the grass and flowers.

it was finally after about ten minutes or so doing this that her gaze looked over. she gave an 'oh' face, moving forward with a big grin. "hi! i'm rosslynn jones! sorry i got in your way there it seems. you are a good artist!" the young woman said with a happy, cheerful smile. ross was obviously nothing but a ray of sunshine at this point. from behind here came her little companion, an eevee who climbed up onto her shoulder.

flora gave a little coo, as if to give a small greeting to thomas, but it was only a cute gesture to the young girl as she giggled. "this is flora! she's my only and bestest friend in the world. what's your name, anyway?"

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tags: @thomashale
notes: hi, this is them introducing themselves to one another now.

someone enters his field of vision, but she does not seem to notice him. that's alright, he thinks, he's used to blending in the crowd, though this is a bit odd since there is no crowd around here. it's just him and the trees and the flowers and the occasional cries of a pokemon. he wonders how she missed him, but as he watches her, he notices that she seems to be in her own little world. she looks as if she is part of a painting or a constructed photograph. he has only seen such carefreeness in advertisements. he suddenly recalls one with a family having a picnic in a place like this. he remembers smiling faces, happy spaces. he wonders where his family is or if they're still alive. his stare becomes blank for a minute or so before he is finally able to pull himself out. he shivers.

he searches hie memories if there is a possibility that they have met before because when she notices him, she's bound to strike a conversation. she seems like the type to do so. her gait gives it away, like she is a part of the breeze. he tries to capture that in a sketch, but he is ultimately unsatisfied when she finally approaches him. he is unable to close his notebook in time.

"thank you." he replies simply, "it...it helps me remember things since words...sometimes fail." it took approximately a month for him to recover most of the vocabulary that he knew before the mind wipe. at least, he thinks that's where the words come from. thankfully, words alone are not so hard to search for compared to memories. he shudders to think what it would be like if he was unable to string together cohesive thought. emotions alone are terrifying.

he doesn't recognise the pokemon on her shoulder, but gives a light nod at the fluffy creature's direction. "thomas. thomas hale." even after years, the name is foreign to him. he feels weird speaking it, but it is the only name that is left with him, and so he decides to use it rather than throw it away. "are you here to...just pick flowers?" he hopes that sounds about right. talking is hard sometimes. at least he still is able to talk. it reassures him that he's still here.

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@rosslynn
notes: woot