[PRP] Well deserved break. [Animo & Parachichi]

[Ritikine]

The early morning air was nice and cool as Animo woke, inhaling deeply and smiling to himself. It was going to be a nice day, he could smell it in the air. It seemed a shame to waste such a potentially nice day hidden away making dye, after all he had been working quite hard. His efforts on his newest dye simply were not bearing fruit. A break seemed well deserved, and perhaps he could gather some inspiration while he was out. I seemed quit a good idea, and the more he thought about it the less Animo wanted to stay sitting around all day working himself in to a tizzy. Without further thought he departed his little den and set out, eager to catch the pride early enough to watch those just starting to go about their business. Such an active place, it amused him to see it calmer before the masses woke to go about their daily life.  

[Velveteen Angel]

The pale green female was quiet even as she walked, slipping passed the busy crowds who were waking to start their day, keeping her head low. She knew the names of many, mostly the players that she would go and watch when she wasn't doing her crafts, but she didn't stop to converse. She could make conversation even without being able to speak, but it was usually...awkward and uncomfortable for all involved, or so it felt to Parachichi, so she avoided it.

She carried her dye-bowl in her mouth, the softly dyed silk wrapped around her neck protectively, and her brush tucked behind her ear. She knew just the spot to sit and craft on the bright day - her favourite flower patch. She never sat inside to dye, preferring to be out in the bright landscape, to draw inspiration from those colours around her.

A slight smile came to her face as she moved hurriedly from the crowded den areas.



 

[Ritikine]

More and more bodies filled the area as many woke to go about their day, some hurriedly while others moved slower, taking their time. Animo could not help but wonder what was so important that you had to rush around. It was such a waste of a beautiful day, such a day that one should take in slowly and enjoy, or at least that was how Animo felt and he planned on doing just that. Through the crowds he weaved, moving at a slower pace than some until he finally turned to leave the flow of bodies, sight catching movement of another form doing the same thing. He wondered curiously where she could be going with such exuberance, however he simply smiled and put the thought out of his mind. Without realizing, or meaning to, he had started in the same direction the female had hurried off to.

Grass, flowers, trees and other lions. Various scents mingling together as he inhaled deeply. While some smells may not have been the most appealing they all came together in such a familiar form that he could not help but to enjoy even the worst of them.