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[revolter]

Who: Matilda Wormwood and YOU.
What: playing hopscotch with flying stones!
When: This afternoon.
Where: Near the garden!!
Rating: G



[ she should have asked if she was allowed to draw on the pavement near the garden. But Matilda had figured that if she wasn't, she'll wash the chalk away.

It was a good practice for her power more than just a game. She knew this was something many kids usually played together but having grown up the way she did, she didn't mind playing alone.

To those who might pass her she might seem like a true wonder. A small child in a blue dress making a stone rise into the air before it is elegantly placed down on a numbered square for her to hop on the other numbered blocks to get it back. After she retrieves it, she hops back only to lay it on the ground and make it float up and onto one of the chalk squares again.

She'll accept playmates. ]

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[revolter]

There are other kids here but Matilda mostly stayed on her own. Still, it's always nice to have someone to play with as games are things that are better when shared. She smiles, holds out a hand, as she knows adults do.

"I'm Matilda."

[littlesoul]

River looks at the hand uncertainly for a moment, then does the same, lng fingers rapping around the little girl's and shaking it carefully.

"River," she says with a small smile. Then she turns, laughing and twirling her arms in the air. "A game," she sing-songs. "A game for two."

[revolter]

"You can go first, since I was playing up until now," she says, stepping aside, allowing her to come closer.

"River is a pretty name, I never heard about it before. I don't think I ever read of a girl called River."

[littlesoul]

She nods, tossing the stone and letting it hit the ground not too far away. Then she hops forward, humming softly as she does so.

"Rivers are rare," she says with a laugh. "I only know one."

[revolter]

That, in turn, makes her laugh too.

"Now I only know one as well."

[littlesoul]

She looks pleased at that, little girls should be happy, they should laugh and dance and not have a care in the world.

"You can be a River too if you want. It can be a secret, our secret."

[revolter]

She laughed, nodded, sent her rock flying with a wave of her finger and hopped to get it back.

"Then I'll be a River too. Your turn!"

[littlesoul]

She tossing her rock and hops over to get it.

"It's not always a good secret, being a River." She feels like she should say this, give the warning, even though they're just being silly. "Being someone like her hurts sometimes."

[revolter]

"Being someone like Matilda isn't all that fun either," she admits, bites her lips and then shrugs, smiles as she hops. "I think I can manage."

[littlesoul]

She nods, smiling. "We'll be whoever we want to be. Matilda one day, River the next. Some days we might forget who we are but we an help each other. Help be who we were trying to be."

[revolter]

"We can pretend we're on adventures. Like an adventure to find a treasure and there will be dangers but we'll find it in the end and we'll buy a house." If there's something Matilda learned from the story of Miss Honey, is the importance of a house.

[littlesoul]

"I've been on adventures," she says "Not always fun, not always good. But if we pretend...." I they pretend then there's nothing that an hurt them, right?

River moves, hugging the girl lightly. "We'll be great adventurers."

[revolter]

She is unused to this, to affection in any form so she looks up at her, offers her a smile and wraps her arms around her waist.

"Like the ones in my stories."

[littlesoul]

"Yes," she agrees with a smile. "Great, wonderful adventurers. We'll turn the world upside down."