Talk:Fernando Emilio Guerrero/@comment-26164274-20190227102258

here's ur welcome rp u garden hoe smh

"You shouldn't run so fast," Woo'd been told. But what else was she supposed to do? She was "too young" to participate in half the activities offered. She was considered too young for everything. One of the Hermes kids had loaned her a, what was it called? Lever? Switch? She held the device clumsily as her feet skimmed the grass. They hadn't told her to be careful. That word wasn't real for them. Stones were the least of her worries; most of her focus was taken up by the weird game playing. She nearly toppled over a few times, but in the true sense of a "local", she avoided any more scrapes on her exposed knees and elbows. The scars decorating them indicated this hadn't always been the case. Summer was a permanent concept, and so was her uncovered way of dress. Gone were the precocious dresses and spotless ballet shoes; those felt like a past life. She wasn't wandering, no, each hurried step led to the cluster of the most recent cabins. She had grown with them — from their construction to when people had just started moving in. Even now, it was strange to remember there were now people who resided in the cabins, when she had once played tag in their foundations.