An Angel Among Us (OTA)
Some of his grapevines had not survived the winter; that vexed Xas. But those which had were tended to with great gentleness. He had collected more duck dung, adding it to the soil and had then washed his hands. Instead of staying on the farm, he had returned to the park and the ducks. He was barefoot, which, as the weather warmed, seemed less strange, and he sat at the fountain, idly giving his feathered friends bits of bread, often staring at nothing in the distance. Being immortal changed one's sense of time: he'd gotten over being bored, being impatient, instead it seemed he was merely resigned, waiting, perhaps, for something interesting to happen (as it was wont to do, inevitably). When he felt someone approaching, he looked up, head cocked.