They'd brought along a yoga mat in soft, peachy hues, and were dressed in a lavender muscle shirt - all the better to exert themself in, after all. It was still an extremely early hour - the sunrise had started, of course, but it was still largely dark. Leifang knew the routine here very well - there weren't many denizens of the city who liked early routines, and of course they tended to spread out across the city. They knew who'd come jogging in fifteen minutes, and who'd come set up to nap on the bench next to their guitar case seven minutes after that. Big City wasn't predictable but early birds were.
So it was surprised to see a lonely figure fretting to and fro, alone at the map of the surrounding streets that was located by the entrance to Green Park. Leifang waved lazily. "You looking for something?" they asked, approaching the frog from behind.
Glass Pomegranates