The Park, Friday Afternoon.

[cirrasurvivor]

Callisto was again perched in a tree, though her sword was not drawn. She watched the leaves, the ducks, those who passed by. She was getting restless, certainly. But this time did not offer her what she wanted, and she was going even more out of her mind because of that.

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[eldestcharmed]

Prue was back in the park, trying to take some innocent pictures of the innocent ducks. She wasn't restless, per se, just looking for some pictures to send on spec to a wildlife journal.

There was no way she expected a crazy woman from a mythological era of Greek history to be lurking in the trees, of course. Who would expect that? The lurking in the trees bit. Crazy women from mythological eras of Greece wouldn't be too surprising.

[cirrasurvivor]

"Are the ducks really that intersting?" called Callisto from her tree. She bounced an apple from hand to hand, not needing a grip to maintain her perch.

[eldestcharmed]

Prue turned and looked around for the woman whose voice she'd just heard. When she saw her balancing in a tree, she shrugged. "If you're an environmentalist or a hunter, maybe," she said. "To me, they're a potential paycheck. Anything fun up in that tree?"

[cirrasurvivor]

"People would pay for ducks?" Callisto said.

"The only thing fun in this tree is me."