The Park, Sunday Midday
The girl had no idea who she was or where she was, and somehow that was all right. She'd wasted the previous day with a long ramble along the beach gathering shells. It was morning again now, and she had a park, some stale bread for the ducks, and a bench to perch on.
She felt a nagging sense there was some important duty she was neglecting, some echo of a memory telling her this was not all right. She tossed another crust of bread at a fat duck and watched the flamingo try to intercept it, and decided she didn't care in the slightest.
[OOC: Open park/post!]
She felt a nagging sense there was some important duty she was neglecting, some echo of a memory telling her this was not all right. She tossed another crust of bread at a fat duck and watched the flamingo try to intercept it, and decided she didn't care in the slightest.
[OOC: Open park/post!]