[He's hanging out on the beach, working on something held carefully in his hands while under the shade of a tree. So as distracted as he is, he doesn't realize that anyone's come up to drop something on top of his head, nor does he react once it's there, until a petal drifts to his hands.
Huh.
...
Oh. When did...
The scent of cooler weather fills the space, of autumn leaves and moistened ground, of the world preparing its labors before the long sleep of winter.
He glances around him, the pendant in his hands slowly being lowered to his lap.]
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Huh.
...
Oh. When did...
The scent of cooler weather fills the space, of autumn leaves and moistened ground, of the world preparing its labors before the long sleep of winter.
He glances around him, the pendant in his hands slowly being lowered to his lap.]
... Ginger? What is this?