The Park; Tuesday Afternoon [02/28].

[beautiful_boc]

Somewhere in the park, a tree was sighing.

Rain, snow, cold, Boc had certainly bore the brunt of some interesting weather these past few days, sitting lonely in the park with nary a squirrel or a duck that would give him the time of day, much less find him, apparently! He supposed there were worse fates, at least he wasn't being beaten up or harassed by his fellows in the cave any more, but he did rather wish he was still there or that they'd had at least let him take his things with him before kicking him out. Now, with nothing else to do, he could only sit there and lament his fate, and the loss of his prized possession, his mother's sewing needle, although he supposed it wasn't too great a loss if he didn't even have fingers anymore to even use it with...

So the tree sighed, and lamented, and wished that someone would come by eventually and perhaps he'd have more luck this time than he had with the few people that had gone before him. He was starting to think he was invisible, really, (probably for the best; ugly as he was, it would be no wonder if no one would want to help him, if they could see him!), and was just destined to spend the rest of his life here as a tree.

There were, he supposed, again, worse fates, to be sure....


[[ and open for all your park-related and/or mysterious, unlocatable talking tree dealings! At least until the thread with Nell, which should occur last chronologically, please and thank you! ]]

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[mylandmyrules]

"Of course," Nell said. "I'm more than happy to help. They're little enough things to do for a person. Is there any kind of food you like in particular? I have a nice beef stew on the stove at home. Or we could stop and - have you ever had a pizza?"

[beautiful_boc]

Boc's eyes went wide and eager at the mention of something like a hearty stew, his mouth beginning to water and what little lips he had smacking in anticipation, but he blinked a little at the end.

"Piz....za?" he asked, with a question of whether or not he hot that right, then shook his head. "N-no, I don't....I don't think I have. My...my apologies, miss, I don't evdn know what that is, I'm afraid."

Whatever it was was clearly something much too good for the likes of him!

[mylandmyrules]

"What if... we could pick up a pizza to have at my store. And if you don't like it I can bring down some of my stew." She nodded, thinking it over. "And then we can figure out where you can stay till you get settled here."

Nell was very kind and more than happy to arrange for a night or two at the hotel for him, but she wasn't letting anyone stay at her house unless she knew them very very well. (And perhaps not even then.)

[beautiful_boc]

"I'm sure I'll be grateful for anything yoi'd be kind enough to offer, miss," Boc insisted gently, his head shaking again. "And I don't need much, for getting settled, just a nice patch of dirt or maybe even some grass would suit just fine. Maybe even a cave without other wretched demi-humans, or a nice outcropping of rock. Good shelter, sometimes, in ruins, too, but it looks as thoigh you might not have so many of those, around here..."

[mylandmyrules]

"Perhaps a room at the hotel," Nell said. "No need for you to be sleeping out in the open. Not in winter."

She stood, brushing herself off and folding up he small blanket. "Come on. Lets get you on the outside of something warm."

[beautiful_boc]

Boc felt compelled to argue that he didn't need a hotel, bit he didn't know what that was, so he couldn't very well make that argument, could he? A room, though, seemed terribly extravagant, but Nell had been so kind that he really shouldn't argue with her about anything.

So he didn't, and, instead, when she started to get up, he scrambled up a bit himself and prepared to dutifully follow her wherever she may lead.