fandomtownies | The Park, Tuesday Morning

Faye remained a bird this morning. Stark remained mildly distressed by this. Mostly mildly, anyway. He didn't like this situation but he wasn't panicking. He was reasonably sure it would end sometime soon but this summer had proven that not everything resolved itself within a week and that she had turned into a bird while off the island was odd in and of itself. Still, there was nothing he could do about it and staying cooped up in his apartment with a large bird wasn't good for either of them. Even if her being out where she could fly away made him nervous he had tried to get outside regularly. Keeping her inside would have been cruel.

That was why they were at the park today. She seemed to enjoy the duck pond. She seemed to enjoy the ducks and flamingos less but maybe the flapping and pecking at them amused her somehow? He didn't know. He'd never been a bird. Not that he was going to be foolish enough to voice that thought out loud.

While Faye (still a purple heron) was in the pond, having claimed a space at the water's edge from the resident birds, Stark (still himself) was seated on the edge of a bench with a coffee in one hand watching her while she...fished? It looked like she was trying to catch fish. Or something else small and edible for birds.

[Open for park or Stark or leggy bird needs with the usual work-related disclaimers until 3:30 EDT. But we are manifesting a better work day today. It's gonna happen! I can feel it. Maybe. I hope. I'm tired.]