fandomtownies | A Quiet Part of the Park, Wednesday morning

Angelo bounded ahead, barking excitedly, and stopped in front of part of the park that looked just like any other. Squall wasn't sure whether she'd just followed Jono's scent, or if she'd somehow smelled the rift itself -- but he wasn't about to question the dog's judgment. He knelt beside a burnt patch of grass, ran his fingers through the blades, and lifted his hand to smell the ash. Definitely Jono. So, this was it, then.

He waved an arm through the area Angelo was barking at, and then walked back and forth there. He widened his search, methodically covering an ever-expanding area, but eventually gave up and sat down on a bench. He'd been convinced that his near-perfect attunement with Quezacotl and his growing bond with Rinoa should have given him some sense of the portal through which Jono had been attacked -- maybe a tingling sensation, or something.

(That was stupid of me.)

Still, it was clear that whatever it had been, it was gone now -- closed, rather. Somehow, that made him more worried, not less.

[Open like a park.]