The Park - Sunday morning

[mages_suck]

The island was calm. The people here were calm. It was weird, after being in a high-tension environment for most of his life. Fenris sought the unacknowledged comfort of trees. The bench was unoccupied, the ducks unspoken to.

He smirked a little. "Hello, ducks. Where's your human friend?"

The ducks didn't answer. He hadn't truly expected them to.

The bench was unoccupied, but why sit on a bench when that tree right there had a branch that begged? Catching it, he pulled himself up and took a seat. Leaning against the trunk, he pulled one leg up and let the other hang free.

[Open! Brooding McElfEars is in the tree looking elvish af.]

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[mages_suck]

"I'll keep it in mind," he promised.

Then nodded, "At the.. hotel, yes. Fjord is letting me stay with him until we can find a more suitable accommodation."

[special_rabbit]

"Ah, Fjord! So he's found a place to stay, too," Amaya noted with an approving nod. "Good for him. He's my teaching buddy. I...should probably check in with him..."

She trailed off thoughtfully for a second before shaking her head. "Anyway, what brings you into town, Fenris? Any particular business?"

[mages_suck]

"He did," Fenris said, "Then he allowed me to stay with him when he found I also arrived here unplanned."

He shook his head and brushed hair back behind an ear, "I was chasing slavers. They disappeared, the cave disappeared, here I am. I find myself at a bit of a loss. Slavery is illegal here, so.. I honestly don't know what I'll do with myself."

[special_rabbit]

"One of those situations, then, huh?" Amaya stroked her chin a little. "There's definitely no shortage of people around here who find themselves here when they were previously elsewhere. Is that what you do, then? Chase slavers?"

[mages_suck]

"It's a hobby," Fenris said with a shrug. "Mostly, I'm a warrior. There doesn't seem to be much call for it here, on either end."

[special_rabbit]

"Not usually," Amaya said, "but there's times around here where a good warrior or a dozen is just what the Island ordered. And that's one helluva hobby."

She said it with quite a note of approval at that.

[mages_suck]

"Good to know. I'll keep my sword sharp," Fenris said. "Though it appears I'm going to need a new hobby."

[special_rabbit]

"Not much of a hobby," Amaya offered, "but there's always movie night on Tuesdays at the community center." It was pretty much just a club at this point, really. "And macrame seems to come oddly in handy around here, as well."

[mages_suck]

"Peter Octavian invited me to an entertainment on Tuesday, is it the same?" Fenris frowned a little, "If it's another, I may have to alternate weeks."

"Macrame?"

[special_rabbit]

"No need for alternating," Amaya assured him, "that's the same one. Peter's the fellow who runs the thing. I don't know where he comes up with half the things he brings to that class, but it's interesting, if anything.

"And macrame is the art of tying notes, usually in decorative or artistic ways, or...something like that. It was...quite the thing over the summer."

[mages_suck]

"Very, since I don't know what a 'movie' is," Fenris said wryly, "I suppose I shall learn on Tuesday."

"Tying.. knots? Like sailors do?"