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 Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2023 7:37 am
She was just going for a run, she told herself. There weren't any hiking trails in a walkable distance from her house, so a run through the park should suffice. It would burn some energy, take her mind off the past few weeks.
Part of her still felt bruised, still smarted from an earlier run-in with a girl she didn't recognize. She would heal, she knew. She would heal better if she kept getting exercise, kept going about her routine. To this end, she wore grey leggings that covered the mottled bruises on her legs and protected her from any errant ticks in the waning summer. She still wore a tank top, however, which showed more bruising on her shoulder and right hand. With no plans to run into anyone, she didn't think much of it.
Once Kaðlín reached the park entrance, she tied her hair back into a simple ponytail. She donned a baseball cap, too, through which she pulled her ponytail; it would do to keep the late afternoon sun from plaguing her too badly. She tested her footing, then started off into a run.
She'd been to this park enough times to know that she had to get through the large field before she would reach any running trails. The park featured the usual offerings for sports play — a baseball diamond, a tennis court, a football field (which was, she had to remind herself, a soccer field here, even though American football made very little sense to her as a kind of football). Past those, on the other side of the field, were playgrounds. There were always kids there, it seemed; she supposed there must have been an elementary school in the area.
Kaðlín darted through the grassy plain between the sports and playground areas, meeting a loose smattering of forest before it slowly started to thicken. This was where the trails began, with most of them reaching a large and peaceful glade with a well-maintained lake. It was her aim to reach this area, maybe to read for a while or just relax, for it reminded her very much of home.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2023 12:12 am
Fang liked to sit at the lake deep in the forest. It was peaceful, kept him grounded in the fact that Earth was still real. Still here. The sounds of bugs and other nature combined with sitting at a waterfront kept him in his body instead of floating back to his planet ( starving thirsty dark). It was safety that wrapped him like a blanket in the sounds of buzzing bugs and gently moving water, in the sight of trees full of leaves. The world was here and alive. He felt silly for still needing reminders to that effect, but at least he didn't feel like he was constantly dying. His ears twitched up at the sound of a person coming by, and he didn't bother to power down to hide his ears and tail again. It would be fine. He came out here as Fang to feel like himself, anyway. Mostly. He wished he could have just hung out as Todd to feel the most like himself, but he couldn't.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2023 3:13 pm
Kaðlín didn't typically make a habit out of infringing on other people, especially in places of often desired solitude like lakes or parks. The person she saw in the distance was seated, after all, and took little notice of her. If the ears on their head were to be believed, however, he picked up on her arrival.
Shouldering her bag, Kaðlín started crossing through the taller grasses toward the path that led to the lake. Her attention was on those ears, and the tail that appeared to be swishing gently behind him. She hadn't seen anything like that before. Maybe they would be open enough to talk about it? Though — it was just as likely that they were one of the youma that proved nuisance to everyone. And if that was the case, then it fell to her to take care of the problem, right? So she had no reason but to approach them.
There was a tentativeness to her step when closing the rest of the distance. It wasn't typical of her to go striking up conversations with anyone, let alone strangers. There had been times in the past where she had been silent for entire weekends, and being so taciturn never occurred to her as any kind of a dysfunction or character flaw.
"Excuse me," she called when she felt she was close enough. "Are those… real?" She drew imaginary triangles atop her head, then turned around to fan her hand back and forth with her wrist touching the small of her back.
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