Bernie is sitting on the top of the boulder, cross-legged, notebook open on her lap, pen in hand. Writing, it seems, though at present she's staring off into the distance, into space, and the pen is still.

"Don't lose your way... with each passing day. You've come so far, don't throw it away.. Live, believing, dreams are for weaving. Wonders are waiting to start...Live your story, faith, hope and glory.. Home to the truth in your heart... If we hold on together - I know our dreams, will never die.. Dreams see us through, to forever...where clouds roll by..." The beautiful voice of the Galliard echos in the distance, growing stronger as she slips around the boulder. "Souls in the wind, must learn how to bend..seek out a star and hold onto the end. Valley mountain, there is a fountain that washes our tears away. Words are swaying, someone is praying...please let us come home to stay..."

The voice jars the Gnawer out of her reverie, and she glances toward the source warily, then back to her notebook, eyes rather sullenly and pointedly focused on it as the singer nears. She taps the end of her pen rapidly, though softly, against the page.

"If we hold on, together.. I know our dreams, will never die.. Dreams see us through, to forever.. where...clouds roll....by.." Her voice trails off softly, then picks up once more, stronger. "When we are out there in the dark, we'll dream about the sun. In the dark, we'll feel the lights.. If we hold on, together... I know our dreams, will never die.. Dreams see us through, to forever.. As high as souls can fly..The clouds roll by...for you...and... I..." The song stops for a moment, followed by a sigh. Stepping fully around the large boulder, she flops down against it, back pressed to the smooth rock. Eyes still downtrodden upon the ground, either she has yet to notice the Gnawer, or she's just allowing the moment of silence to be held between them.

Only the sounds of breathing, the wind, and the pen tapping quickly but quietly against the paper break that silence. The sky is rapidly shading through its pinks and oranges to a darker blue, useless for writing by. Bernie ignore the fact, as usual, showing no sign of packing up, pulling out her flashlight, or... anything.

Something goes flying over the edge of the boulder and lands in front of her. Its a small white box with a shoe lace tied around it for a ribbon.

The tapping pauses as the item lands, and then resumes, at a slightly different, slightly less regular tempo. The ragabash eyes the box, considering. Curiosity tempts.

The Galliard's breathing is soft, eyes staring out across the way of the forest. "Its an apology gift..ya'know...um..you should like it... Ya Gnawers call it stuff.."

Four more taps, each with a slightly longer pause between, before Bernie leans forward and picks up the box, looking it over before pulling the ersatz ribbon and lifting the lid to see what lies within.

Inside the box is a small bean bag type thing, resembling a bear with two black beads for eyes, and red stitching for a mouth. Its made out of the flannel shirt Alicia used to wear when she first got here. Blue and white checkers and more stitching, this time in green with the word: 'Bernie' on the front of what would be the shirt.

There's a soft noise like a puff of air through the nose, like the ghost of a laugh. "'s cute," Bernie says quietly after a moment, without yet looking over either.

"Yah.. Um... I was ganna give it ta' ya a few days ago, but..ah' kinda kept forgetting. I've been ditzing big time lately.. so. I felt this would be a good time to give it to you..." There's a pause for a moment, before Alicia's voice comes out once more. "I love ya.."

Bernie smiles slightly at the bear, picking it up from the box and making it dance a little. "Thank you," she replies, still quietly. And, after another pause, "...love ya too, y'know."

Alicia stands up and brushes down a stray leaf from her jeans and peers up at the boulder to her. "So... Um... 'bout Cameron and I.. 'bout two weeks ago, he was doing his flirty teasing thing with me, and um... he started to joke 'bout a bottle of whip cream and how he wanted ta' lick it off my toes." Her voice is soft as she leans against the rock. "So, instead, he went straight for something else..and I let him..." Biting her lip, she stares at the boulder, tracing her fingers gently along the dusty surface. "...and we talked 'bout what happened, and we straightened it out.. no harm, no foul.. we both feel guilty... nothing else."

Bernie looks up, then, and looks somewhat blank for a second or so as she parses that. Then, her eyes widen just the slightest fraction, and she blushes a little -- not nearly as much as perhaps she once would've -- and nods. "Thank you," she says, again, and gestures toward the empty space beside her on the boulder, "...y'wanna seat? 's suprisingly comfy..." If she has more to say about it, well, either it's first things first, or she needs to work out phrasing, or possibly both...

Alicia climbs up to the top of the boulder and settles down next to the Gnawer, nibbling along her bottom lip for a moment. "Mmm... comfy as a rock can be." She says, allowing a small smile to gently cross her features. Leaning over, she rests herself against the shoulder of her best friend.

Bernie leans over as well, giving Alicia a hug, and replies, deadpan, "Yeah, but I hear they're gonna have leather seat cushions in next years model..." She sighs, and runs a hand through her curls. "...so's all straightened out now? I mean... for real, this time?" she asks.

"Errm... I guess. Cameron and I haven't seen each other in over a week. He's tripp'n cuz of Summer, and well... I've had my head in the clouds. So, I figure everything is ok..we kinda promised not to say anything to anyone ya'know.." She trails off. "Cuz if it got out..um... well.. I won't be riting, an Cam would prolly be culled or something."

"I wouldn' tell," Bernie assures her, promptly. "Nonea anya their business. Plus," she continues in a slighty wry murmur, gaining a shade or two of pink, "pot, kettle... An', okay. Fair 'nough. Just, havin' things sorted out is good, an' all. Y'know?"

Alicia nods her head with a smile and reaches out to trace her fingers across your blush. "Don't act all shy, I'm sure you've seen Matt naked by now." Her eyes raise up a bit, wondering how you will respond to that.

Bernie blushes harder, ducking her head a bit. "'m not =actin'=," she protests. "I swear I wouldn' blush 'f it were up t' me..." She glances sideways at her friend, nibbling her bottom lip, and develops a tiny, embarrassed but happy little smile, followed by a single nod. "Couple days ago," she admits, quiet again.

"Aww.." Alicia doesn't press with the info, not thinking its any of her business. "So.. what do you want to do for the rest of the night? Um...its pretty out ya'know.."

"Dunno," Bernie replies, "I was mostly just, y'know, writin', an' thinkin', and readin' a little, didn't have any big major plans... an' whatcha mean, awww?" It's not a confrontational question, just curious.

"Aww.. like...ahh.. I understand." Alicia says with a cheeky grin as she draws a knee to her chest, resting upon it. "Major plans suck anyways.. how's the pack thing coming along?"

"Ahhh," Bernie replies, quirking a half-smile, and nods, with a somewhat dreamy little sigh. She blinks once after a second or so, "...oh! Um. Pack's good, I think. We di'n' have that dinner yet, but soon. An' we're still thinkin' 'bout totem stuff, an' all..."

Alicia smiles and nods her head, then reaches down to tighten one of her laces up. "You think.. I'd be able to join too? Maybe..?" She asks, hesitantly.

"I hope so," the Gnawer replies, "...=I'd= wantcha to... I mean, I always wan'ed t' pack with you an' Matt, so." She stretches a little, and glances off thoughtfully over the grasslands.

"Yah.. thats you tho'." There's a soft sigh. "Packing with Nevada...man...that'd be a trip."

"Good one or bad one?" Bernie inquires.

"Dunno... good I'd believe. He an I are well...like carbon copies of each other." Alicia gives a slight grin. "An we've been packing for years before our first change."

Bernie nods, with a quick grin. "Yeah... it'd be cool, I'd think. Def'nitely..." She trails off, and nods again, nibbling lightly on her lower lip.

Alicia smiles and pulls you into a strong hug, rubbing her head gently across your shoulder. "Definitly would be. Yah.." She says, giggling.

Bernie giggles and hugs back, tightly. She opens her mouth, just slightly, like she's considering saying something, but shakes her head a bit, blushing again, and stays silent for the moment.

"Ya may as well spit it out Bernie. Something is eating up at you an you wanna say something." Alicia says with a dark grin as one hand works around your body to trace ticklish fingers in your side.

Bernie squeaks, and wriggles away from the tickling fingers. "No ticklin'! Not fair! Yeesh...." She smiles sheepishly at her friend, blushing still, "...an' I dunno. Couple things. One's all nosy an' I don't wantcha t' push me off th' boulder for 'f I ask, an' th' other..." she blushes harder, and glances down, "...'s embarrassin', 's all. 's not important..."

"MmmHmmm.. go ahead an ask me first, then you gotta tell me your story, cuz I had to tell you mine." Alicia watches you blush and can't help but grin widely, slipping back into her old self. "An if ya don't tell me, I'll prolly shove ya off da' boulder anyways."

Bernie giggles. "Well, thank God I heal quick, I guess..." she replies, and runs a hand through her curls, "so, a'ight, 'f you insist, th' nosiness... um. So when you an' Cam were... y'know, with th' cream... was it good?" She asks it very quietly, almost sheepish again, and watches warily to see if healing quickly is likely to be a useful trait in the near future.

Alicia coughs slightly and feels her cheeks blush. "Ya mean when he was um...licking it off certain places an we both got tangled up together like a backwards pretzel? Well... yah it was good." Biting on her lip, she glances up at her. "He definitly knows how to use his tongue." Coughing, she says softly. "And I um...returned the favor.."

Bernie blushes harder, and nods. "...which, um. Kina brings me all natural to th' second question, I guess. How d'you..." she pushes a curl back behind her ear, pausing, "...um. Do that, I guess?" She's reached about the upper limit of red, now. "I mean... um. Yeah."

The Galliard rubs absently at her ear, looking surprised. "How do I give head? Or..?" She trails off, glancing at you curiously. "Or...?"

Bernie nods a little. "...well I mean not so nec'sarily specific'ly =you=, just..." she trails off, inarticulately, and resettles the curl again, despite having just done so. "...I tried t' look it up, but th' library di'n' have anythin', and their computers have, um, anythin' relevant blocked." If it really is possible to spontaneously combust from embarrassment, she's close.

Alicia clears her throat and nudges her slightly in the sides. "Here's a tip.. Sometimes the gift of giving, is not such a great way of having foreplay. Be on the receiving end Bern...but.. um.. going down on a guy kinda takes a lot of practice, and well.. swallowing is... really..nasty." Wrinkling her nose, she leans back some. "I'm not real partial to it actually.. I try to not do that with a guy, it doesn't taste all that great. If you wanna receive, thats fine, I'm just not recommending ya give."

Bernie considers that a few moments, tilting her head a little. "...no 'fense," she replies, then, thoughtfully, "...but wouldn' that be kinda... I dunno... like... unfair? Not t' mention, how d'you get practise at things 'f y'don't do 'em?" They are, it seems, genuine questions.

"Its sex, nothing has to be fair in it. Whats fair about having some guy cum in your mouth and you end up choking on it or spitting it back out on his stomach? Its gross Bernie.. really is.. and its /degrading/ to have the idea that a woman must pleasure her man, on her knees." Yowch, looks like those Fury lessons that Leda and Helen will giving her has still sunk in. Alicia doesn't even blink as she says that. "There's many ways of foreplay then sucking a guy's dick off, besides, you can get a number of diseases that way, and... like I said..gross. Its like having.. two cups of snot just shot into your mouth." Shuddering, she rubs at her shoulder.

Bernie makes a face at that, and shivers. "Ew, imagery, thank you!" she exclaims, nose wrinkled. "....though, don't see how it's degradin' if he's basic'ly doin' th' same thing..." She blinks, connecting things, and adds, "..so how come you did it, then?"

Alicia coughs once and shrugs. "Full moon." She says, leaving it at that. "And I wasn't on my knees.. um..we were kinda 69'n... an besides, guys /like/ going down on girls. They get off on it, but when you suck a guy's dick, they get this holier then thou' image about themselves, as if they are your lord or something cuz you gave 'em head. I've seen it in so many guys. They should be /thankful/ we even think about putting our mouths on their toothpicks. Ohhh.. Noooo.. 'course not. Once you do it, they expect it 'every' night, during, after, before sex..after lunch.. its just a tool, so.. I dunno..."

"Huh," Bernie comments rather noncommittally. "So guess you were just messin' with Roger that one time, then," she muses. The blush has hardly lessened. "...I dunno..."

"What do you mean?" She asks, already having forgot the conversation she had with Roger.

"While back, like, month or two, an' you guys were bein' freaks about, like, raves an' prom an' shit. An' he was all, guys only go t' prom t' get laid after, dunno why girls go, an' you were all, maybe they just like t' go t' stare at guys an'..." the Ragabash trails off, regaining what little blush she'd managed to lose, unable even to quote the rest of it, "...stuff."

Alicia ohs, her eyes lighting up. "Heh...yah well.. I've done a bit of growing up since then also. And I was just..kidding, mostly. Girls should have more self respect. Going down on a guy is gross, simple as that, and I only did it so much back in the day cuz' I had to get paid, and I could numb myself... when I did it to Cam..I was really uncomfortable and didn't enjoy it."

"Still don't get how come it's s'posta be all degradin' an' lackin' self-respect 'f we do it, but not 'f they do. I mean... 's th' same thing, innit., really? I mean assumin' in both cases th' people =wanna=..." the Gnawer muses, apparently as much to herself as to her friend, mulling this concept over.

"You ever seen a porn film? Lets take a 60 min porn k? 45 of it is sucking a dick, the other 15 is getting rammed from behind. Thats why I see it as degrading, but if you wanna, its yer thang.. I guess I can show you how to do it right the /first/ time..."

Bernie shakes her head. "Nuh uh. Haven't, ever. Seen one, I mean..." She nibbles her lower lip a little. "I dunno f'sure 'f I wanna... I mean, 'f it's gross an' all. But, 's just..." A pause, and softly, "....I dunno."

Alicia wrinkles her nose. "Well, if the Queen Slut of the farmhouse is telling ya its gross, then she gotta be on ta' something right?" She slips off the boulder, feet striking the ground. "Its up to you.. I guess sucking a dick is a lot safer then fucking one. Less Metis that way."

Bernie looks wayyyy down at the Galliard, and clicks her tongue once. "You're so not Queen Slut of anythin'," she retorts, shaking her head. "...an' what, you abandonin' me here?" She gathers her own things together, sliding them into her backpack with a sigh. "...an'... honestly I think... well, never mind. Doesn' matter what I think. But anyway I don't think y'hafta worry on th' latter count..." She sighs again, almost frustrated, and slides the backpack on before climbing down the boulder.

Chuckling, Alicia calls up to her friend who climbs down. "Not abandoning you. I need a good stretch of the legs. But, we should get to bed, its late out, at least it is for me. Ya'know what they say.. early to rise.. yadda an Oh! Happy Easter now." With a smile, she rocks along the balls of her feet, stretching her arms up tiredly.

Bernie blinks. Easter... oh, yeah! Chocolate sales Monday... "Happy Easter," she replies obligingly, as she reaches the ground. "..an', yeah, I guess I oughta be startin' th' trek back, really..." Though the question remains unanswered; apparently it's being dropped, for now. Probably forever, what're the chances of ever getting the guts to ask again? At least the blush is definitely subsiding, now.