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The Park - Sunday morning
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.]
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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She said it with quite a note of approval at that.
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"Macrame?"
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"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."
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"Tying.. knots? Like sailors do?"