Rebekkah Soren: *sitting and 'talking' seemingly to alice and her friends again at the statue grouping...an overcast type of day so its easier to be out, yet somehow even so she manages to cover most of her skin, dressed in almost victorian vintage type of sensibility, her frighteningly pale quite thin face keeps mostly covered by her hair, long and dark. those lips keep moving and murmuring almost soundlessly, getting odd looks from those walking by..a few shrugging figuring the slightly archaic looking young lady perhaps has a cellphone unseen and hidden by her hair shes speaking into, a sketchpad before her that long spindly deft fingers occasionally move a pencil over*

Rebekkah Soren: *after sitting there for a long enough period of time she eventualy closes the sketchpad she was drawing in up and puts it away in a nearby pack, eyes hidden by round dark granny glasses type shades look up about and around almost nervously before she shoulders teh pack, almost lovingly touches each of the statues in the grouping, then heads off from the park*

Rebekkah Soren: *coming back a bit later on, she heads in towards shakespeares garden, taking her time and traveling slowly, but for the most part keeping to the more shaded areas even with the overcast skies above...(what looks like to changeling eyes a black lacy shawl hangs about her shoulders and partway down her back, fingers every once in a while almost 'petting' at it)*

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: She's making her way through the Shakespeare Garden herself, hands folded in front of her with a warm, pleasant smile on. The clouds in the sky are hardly dampening her mood...right now, she's very much enjoying the sights of the garden as she walks along. Neglected as it may be, there's still beauty to be had, and she's drinking it in with a faint smile.

Rebekkah Soren: *finding a spot under one of the trees she takes a careful seat, right there on the ground, gathering her skirts about her, the pack gets set to the side as well, and the shades nudged back up her nose. another 'pet' or so to something about her shoulders(the 'lacy shawl' that only changeling eyes can see) or two and shes reaching towards her pack, pulling out the sketchpad again*

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: She looks over Rebekkah's way, pausing briefly and resting her hand on a nearby white mulberry tree as she looks the girl over. A warm smile spreads over her face and she approaches, head tilting slightly as she walks toward Rebekkah with that unconsciously graceful walk. "Good afternoon."

Rebekkah Soren: *soon as she hears nearing footsteps that seem directed towards her way those so dark eyes(black by the looks of them) look up over and at corinne from behind the shades, the notepad paused on her lap, almost seeming like a deer in the headlights type of frozen...even in their darkness her eyes seem to alertly flick about as she looks at her...definate a quiet nervousness or shyness about her.(one hand absently reaches to pet the shawl again, fingers light and flittery). her voice when she finally does manage to find it is so soft, almost soundless, but with the finest refined southern accent to it(charlestonian southern belle)* m...m.ma'am....aftahnoon....

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: She smiles warmly to Rebekkah and nods, noting the girl's hesitance and anxiety. Her demeanor shifts a bit, becoming a bit softer and gentler. "A pleasure to meet you, dear." She lowers down a bit so she can extend a hand out to Rebekkah, and her voice is lowered enough that the sound only carries between them. "Corinne Braddock ap Fiona."

Rebekkah Soren: *she looks to the hand at first, blinking a bit, chewing her lip, then to the woman herself, tentatively a hand slips forward, feather gently taking corinnes for just a moment , but its apparent she knows decorum and propriety(manners) by the graceful nod/bow of her head* miss braddock, ma'am....Rebekkah Soren.....p...pleshah t'meet y' as well...

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: She smiles and nods to the girl. "Rebekkah...a lovely name, dear." She takes a deep breath in, letting it out, and looks around. "Are you here to enjoy the gardens as well? Or just seeking a place of solitude, or inspiration perhaps?"

Rebekkah Soren: lil....lil of both p'haps, I spose, miss Braddock.... (*the shawl about her shoulders from the corner of her eyes seems to shift and move almost as corinne talks to her, like the lace pattern changes almost subtly so from time to time*)*taking in a deep breath, she politely keeps her attentions on corinne, letting it out slowly* tends....this time of yeah t'be...nice an...quiet...an like y'said....inspirational, I spose.....

Corinne Braddock [PM if Fae/Ench]: She nods and smiles. "Yes, I imagine it would be, considering the name and the nature of it." She gives a curious look to Rebekkah's sketch book. "Do you mind if I see what you are working on? Or is it not for other's eyes yet?"