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+ | =====Oliver Isted===== | ||
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+ | A small boy in an oversized coat arrives on the beach, with the sleeves pulled over his hands. He looks around nervously, glancing at the small group messing about a little down the shore. //Is that them? They look a bit like them don't they? What if-// | ||
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+ | He smiles despite his nerves, and waves, hurrying over. | ||
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+ | They introduce reintroduce themselves and offer to demonstrate their sparks -- floating a pebble ; turning into a bird ; whipping up little whirlwinds ; glowing warmly ; fading and becoming transparent. Oliver has never seen so many sparks in one place. They' | ||
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+ | "Would you like to show us your flowers?" | ||
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+ | They turn to him, but from their expressions Oliver decides he could probably say no if he wanted to. He //does// want to show them, though. Timidly he roles up his sleeves, revealing the new blooms that he managed to hide from his parents, rather than plucking, this morning. | ||
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+ | He blushes deeply and breaks into a smile. He pushes his hands forwards so everyone can get a good look. | ||
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+ | This time Oliver keeps the flowers, putting them in a glass by his bed. | ||