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 Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 6:27 pm
Chinua worked. It was morning, not first light, but some time closer to lunch. Brilliant blue sky was overhead, and sunlight filtered through the green-leaved trees of early summer. It was mild, and altogether pleasant out, so Chinua was out enjoying it.
Propped up at the base of a large oak tree, she had a needle in between her teeth and her hands buried in a quilt of reds, greens and blues. Her focus was consumed by the material in front of her as she worked, barely paying attention to her surroundings. Koke was nearby, so if anything untoward were to happen, she would be warned.
Koke on the other hand, was enjoying the scenery about them. The park was one of the rare few in the city. Grass, a smattering of broad leaf trees, and a small pond. There was also a stage to the far side, but only in the evening had both woman and deer seen it used. Usually the park was busy with people, and today was no exception. Picnickers littered the green space. The doe always maintained a distance from strangers after a few previous experiences had made her wary of approaching strangers, but that didn't stop her blue eyes from tracking them as they wandered nearby. Though the attention never lasted long before flitting on to the next person. Koke was the opposite of chosen and her focus only lasted for a few moments at best.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:20 pm
A dusty grey grimalkin darted under the bushes and through what flowers lingered into autumn. He was a playful thing, chasing after leaves and twitching his whiskers at every little thing. A much prouder creature - a lovely golden rook - was perched on the shoulder the young woman trailing behind him. by themselves, rook and grimalkin were an unlikely pair, but together with their mistress, they made a certain kind of sense.
Garbed in dark, luxurious burgundy, the woman in question was smiling quietly to herself, perfectly content to stroll through the quaint little Sunderland park. She had not been living in the country for very long, but given the much longer winters of her homeland, Anna could appreciate the unusually temperate weather. She intended to enjoy it while there was still some green to be found.
On a particularly puckish impulse, the grimalkin crouched low to the ground, a brief wriggle of the tail the only warning before he pounced...
...right onto the quilt-covered lap of a different young woman.
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