The Park, Monday Afternoon

[notarockharpist]

Yasha had gotten what was probably the best sleep of her life last night; Beau had not been kidding about the beds at the hotel. She might have been tempted to just stay there, except that she didn't want to risk getting too comfortable around here.

She'd taken a long walk around the island this morning, just to take in all the new sights and breathe in the unfamiliar but pleasantly bracing ocean air, and accidentally scared the cashier at JGoB when she'd stopped in to get something to eat. But now she had made her way to the park and was meandering around, looking at all the different plants, the birds in the pond, the trees, everything with a quiet sort of awe.

She probably made an unusual sight, this towering, extremely pale buff woman with a massive sword on her back, walking leisurely through the park, picking flowers here and there and pressing them between the pages of a book in her hand. That was all right, though; Yasha was used to that.

[OOC: Just gonna make grandpoobah yell at me right off the bat. :D Open though!]

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[notarockharpist]

"I think I'm just fine with that," Yasha tried (probably not terribly well) to reassure her. Hey, she still had that chunk of time missing from her memory, so it wasn't like she had the guilt of that, or turning on her friends, or murdering a bunch of Cobalt Soul monks and nearly killing Beau, on her conscience. Yet. Wanting to kill things as a coping mechanism wasn't really a priority.

Yet.

Staying in that tree was a totally valid choice anyway, Mae.