My first exclusively J&D fic! A strange girl shows up one day. Who is she? What does she want? Who will fall in love with whom? Have fun, then review!
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part one: sandoverhead

She Comes

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The gold-haired elf looked down from the roof of the farmer's hut. The wine red highlights tipping the shining strands were stark against the aqua sky. Her hard, angry cinnamon eyes surveyed the village below her, the fine dark brows above knitting in thought. A slight breeze ruffled the petal-like strips of cloth hanging from her belt over her dark green pants.
~* This is the place? Not very impressive. But I followed the directions exactly. Well, better check it out. *~
She leaps down lightly, her bladed staff absorbing the shock of landing.

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"So, Jak, what do ya wanna do today?" Jak shrugs, leaning against the fountain. Daxter frowns and taps his foot.
"C'mon, all you've done since the date with Kira is daydream and eat. I'm bored to DEATH! Can't we explore or something?" Jak shrugs again and gestures off towards the beach.
"No, no, NO! No WAY am I going out there alone again. Remember the pelican?!" Jak grins and nods. Daxter growls. "Hey, I was almost eaten! Have some sympathy for the ottsel!" Jak thinks for a moment, then shakes his head no. "Some help YOU are..." Daxter stomps off, fuming. Jak stares after him, shakes his head, and walks towards his girlfriend's house.

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Daxter mutters to himself, kicking pebbles. He looks up to glare at a butterfly when a movement catches his eye. He glances towards it. Nothing.
"Jak, if that's you, it's not funny. And if it's a lurker, you better get out of here."
No reply. He shrugs, continuing towards the yakcow pen.
A rustle of leaves.
"Okay, Jak, this is REALLY not funny. I'd prefer you continuing to daydream."
Still nothing.
"Jak...? I'm getting creeped out, Jak."
Nothing, null, zip, zero. He shrugs it off, and ignores the tingle between his shoulder blades. He continues his journey to the pens, although much more quietly. He slides down the steps, glancing behind him.
When he turns back around, he is faced with the business end of a glaive.
His eyes travel up the silvery blade, past the intricately carved staff and long, delicate fingers holding it, over the long peacock blue sleeve, to a stubborn pointed chin, determined mouth, pert small nose, and flaming reddish-brown eyes, all framed with pale grayish-gold hair tipped burgundy.

TBC

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HA! A cliffie! What will happen next? Find out next time on "Flowers"!
Jo: Explain the name, Alana.
Oh, that. Well, my concept art of the elf has her staff carved with flowers, a tiny rose button on her shirt, and (As said) petal-like strips of cloth hanging from her belt over green pants.
Oh, BTB, did I spell "Kira" right, and how do you like my barriers?

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OT: How does Yami (YuGiOh) keep his jacket on? The only parts touching him are the shoulders. And how does Bakura keep HIS jacket out like that? And what about Tristan's hair? And does Yugi/Yami use dye or gel? Why does no one notice how much taller Yugi gets and how he gets more blond hair when he lets Yami take over, not to mention his different eye shape? Why is it that when you hear Yami thinking during a duel, he has Yugi's voice? And-
Jo: ALANA! That's enough!
Why does no one on the show ever notice the obvious Yaoi or shonen-ai that is very evident everywhere you look?
Jo: Did... You... Say... YAOI! YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI- YAOI!!!!!!!!!!!! ^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^
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