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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 3:41 pm
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Fox had been to several Native American exhibits over her lifetime. Mostly because her mother and her grandfather were very set in making sure that they connected with that part of themselves, but also because she'd been interested in it all - Cherokee or not. With an evening shift on the horizon, Fox had been given the first half of the day to do what she wanted, and that had been to go see what there had been to see at the University's showing.
And it had been a very empty exhibit. While that had meant she could spend as much time up close and personal with pieces as she would like, Fox found it a little bittersweet. Her grandfather would have had a few words to say about it all. Most of them being to remind Fox that sometimes history only interested those whom it effected. Looking around, she couldn't help but agree.
That hadn't stopped her from taking a selfie with nearly every display there was with a face and texting it to her mother. Fawn Bliskiss could safely say she appreciated such things. 'Make sure you show Grandfather! I'll find a day off to come see it with you both later this week too,' she wrote, knowing that Bear would also appreciate it.
Bear. Fawn. Fox. At this rate Fox was going to name her child Squirrel or something.
Still, she had a feeling her Grandfather's failing health likely wouldn't allow him out in any reasonably timeframe. So she'd made it her quest to stop in the giftshop to look through things. Even a picture book would be a nice gift. Assuming, of course, she could find something that suited the man's tastes. That was always the hard part.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 4:13 pm
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He fingered a bolo-style necklace, wondering if he could pull it off if he wore it with his pink tank top. Maybe. Taking it off the hook, he stared at the earrings. Most weren't his style, and somehow that made him feel a little sad. With a huff, he turned and stepped forward, brushing up against someone.
Someone that hadn't been there a few minutes ago. Horace sucked in his breath as an electric shock sparked between them. It hurt him, too, always, but that helped him not get so panicked about things. Horace couldn't really explain it. Nevertheless, he stepped quickly back, knocking into the jewelry display. Several pieces flopped to the ground.
"Ah, I'm s-sorry. Are you okay?"
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