Who says?~Open~

[Orabella Hamilton]

(I got the title from a birth control commercial. Not my fault.)

The river sparkled. The grass was yellowish. The leaves were turning colors. Twas pretty. Or so she thought. But if another disagreed with her, that was their progative. She would just kill them.

Leaves crunched. They groaned and they grumbled, as leaves did when they died.

"Who is it?" She called out.

[Joss Allen]

Joss was taking Clare for a short walk. Well, what she thought would be a short walk, the girl obviously took her mother's opinion on what was to be considered a walk, hike and long and short.

She heard a voice call out.

"I tend to be called Joss." she said, appearing near the woman, Clare on her hip from the bumpy texture of the ground and the child's refusal of shoes. "But my mother calls me by a different name. May I ask as to who you are?"

[Orabella Hamilton]

"Ora." She said. She walked up to the woman. Mediumish hieght, blonde, pale, small child with her. She'd better leave her alone.

[Joss Allen]

Joss gave her a friendly smile.

"Pleasure, Ora."

[Orabella Hamilton]

Orabella nodded.

[Saffron]

Joss picked up Clare.

"Good day then," she said.

[Orabella Hamilton]

She nodded and continued on her way.