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Etain liked the park. Then again, what healthy, non-weird kid didn't like the park? There was something about being able to run about free as a bird in the lawn-mowed, sprinkler'd habitat that was simultaneously utterly exciting and totally relaxing all at once. -Which, considering the boy lived in the middle of practically nowhere with a whole bunch of trees and a few handfuls of wodded paths, the fact that he enjoyed the park so much was probably a little weird.

Maybe he just liked meeting new people or something. It was easier to make friends at the park than in was in the middle of the woods. Well, people friends, rather than trying to make friends with rabbits or lizards (those were a lot harder to befriend anyway).

Oh, if only he'd known what he was getting himself into...

Etain was currently entertaining himself by running back and forth between two trees. He'd gotten tired of going down the slide eighty billion times, and had apparently divisied some game with weaving around the trunks that was so complicated, so genius that...it looked like he was just running in irregular circles to anyone who happened to catch sight of him.

Oh well - boys will be boys... or something.

"Eight, nine, ten, ele--AUGH."

Etain didn't really have time to do much else other than flail stupidly and then hit the ground as the Unidentified Flying Object slammed into him, shoving him down into the grass. Alright, this definitely hadn't been in his plans for the afternoon.

He decided abruptly, quite definitely, that he didn't particularly like getting smashed into the ground.

"Augk," he said, into the grass.

Etain made a forgiving sort of noise as he accepted the hand up. Clearly, she'd knocked him into the ground on accident. He felt a bit better about it then. Still grass stained, but better. He dusted out his shorts and the front fo his shirt before he was sent sprawling onto the ground again. That definitely wasn't an accident, he thought a little bitterly.

"H-hey!" he squawked, squirming. Maybe it would be better to stay on the ground after all. "Why're you shovin' me?!"

Etain winced. Poke, poke, poke. He couldn't really feel the poking, except it made his head wobble a little back and forth in a distinctly irritating manner. "C-can you please stop then? We could...play a different game." Maybe then she'd be less bored and stop poking him and shoving him, right? "That way, you've have something better to do," Etain elaborated.

He stayed belly down on the grass though, just in case.

Etain tucked his nose safely behind the protective wall of his hands. "Yeah, a different game," he repeated, a little hopefully. Maybe this would work after all. "We could, uh...race? Or, uhm, play leap frog?" On second thought, that second one probably wasn't a great idea. The girl'd probably take the opportunity to shove him again...

Did he like...mud?

Come on, what sort of question was that? What reasonable, relatively normal, healthy little boy didn't like mud? As long as it wasn't getting into his eyes or stuffed up his nostrils, Etain was all for mud.

"Uh, yes?" he answered, casting a glance to the mud puddle in question. "Do, er, you?"

Oh no. She was -- augh.

Etain felt the mud thump soundly against the back of his head, sliding through the pale locks, onto his neck, and finally dribbling off down his shirt or on to the ground. He grimaced, scrubbing a hand through his hair.

"Oh..." he murmured slightly, wiping his hands off on the grass. Ooooh. Large brown eyes narrowing slightly, he cast a sidelong glance at the girl. OH.

He scrambled to his feet, wiggling over to the large puddle of mud, scooping up two full handfuls of it into his hands and flinging it in the other girl's direction. Ha!