Raguel notices the slightly familiar figure on his way down to the lake, bag and sword in hand. He starts to veer to the left to avoid her, then thinks the better of it. He'd been in a rotten mood last time they'd talked, and he knows himself well enough to be aware that that's never pleasant for conversation. He continues on the path he'd started, giving her a stiff nod as he approaches.
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Date: 2006-05-29 03:39 am (UTC)"Hey, Delia. Going for a ride?"