Plans within plans...
Arthur had a plan, well actually he had more than one but he found himself on a relatively high hill because testing the zoom on his camera seemed the be the easiest to carry out at this moment. After doing a lot of testing from different angles and different positions he had figured out that they should be able to stay at a safe distance from the dinosaurs but get a decent look. Since they didn't have a set date or anything for this big adventure then he might still see if someone had a pair of binoculars, but at least his zoom would do in a pinch.
He had with him his notebook, it was laying open just a couple of inches away from him, and in it was a sketch, a very poor one in his opinion and nowhere near finished, of Ghost as he remembered him with his hair wet at the waterfall. He wasn't sure why he had felt the need to draw again, after all he didn't consider himself an artist by any stretch but it had felt nice to see something forming on the paper, and it had felt right somehow. He had felt slightly guilty that he hadn't been able to do anything for Thanksgiving so this had been part of his way of making it up.
The other plan, and the other part of the making up process, he was having to wait on. After talking to Calvin he had gotten the bright idea that maybe Ghost would want to go to the play and he had thought that it probably would be better for them to attend it together, and it would be nice to do something and feel part of the community as well. Arthur had to admit he was excited about it and very curious since he had managed to miss seeing any of the rehearsals, and he was a bit curious as to how they would deal with the costumes, he couldn't imagine the clothes box being very helpful.
He wasn't ready to put the camera away just yet smiling slightly enjoying the view, but a little upset that there wasn't any way to print pictures on the Island.
He had with him his notebook, it was laying open just a couple of inches away from him, and in it was a sketch, a very poor one in his opinion and nowhere near finished, of Ghost as he remembered him with his hair wet at the waterfall. He wasn't sure why he had felt the need to draw again, after all he didn't consider himself an artist by any stretch but it had felt nice to see something forming on the paper, and it had felt right somehow. He had felt slightly guilty that he hadn't been able to do anything for Thanksgiving so this had been part of his way of making it up.
The other plan, and the other part of the making up process, he was having to wait on. After talking to Calvin he had gotten the bright idea that maybe Ghost would want to go to the play and he had thought that it probably would be better for them to attend it together, and it would be nice to do something and feel part of the community as well. Arthur had to admit he was excited about it and very curious since he had managed to miss seeing any of the rehearsals, and he was a bit curious as to how they would deal with the costumes, he couldn't imagine the clothes box being very helpful.
He wasn't ready to put the camera away just yet smiling slightly enjoying the view, but a little upset that there wasn't any way to print pictures on the Island.