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Corner of the Park, Sunday Morning
Dec. 20th, 2009 02:48 pmWinter had well and truly come to Fandom, and that meant there was even less for Arthur to do than usual. Hunting rabbits in this weather was little fun, even considering the distraction of Merlin attempting to be stealthy. His hands had been itching for something to do.
In the end, he'd decided to take Brynmor for a walk. The dog was practically ruined for hunting now, thank you, Francine and Merlin, but as a ways to keep him fromdriving everyone nuts by behaving like a caged tiger boredom the dog still functioned admirably.
He took a moment to pause by the pond, staring at the flamingoes sliding gracefully over the ice in ways flamingoes weren't supposed to slide, and shook his head.
Backing away from the ice, he took a seat on one of the benches, ordering Bryn to sit as well, and took a lump of wood from his pack. This was his second strategy to avoid that caged feeling: he examined the grain of it, then put the sharp edge of his knife to it, and began to shape.
[[ mainly for one, but open to others if they want to wander into Arthur's end of the park ]]
In the end, he'd decided to take Brynmor for a walk. The dog was practically ruined for hunting now, thank you, Francine and Merlin, but as a ways to keep him from
He took a moment to pause by the pond, staring at the flamingoes sliding gracefully over the ice in ways flamingoes weren't supposed to slide, and shook his head.
Backing away from the ice, he took a seat on one of the benches, ordering Bryn to sit as well, and took a lump of wood from his pack. This was his second strategy to avoid that caged feeling: he examined the grain of it, then put the sharp edge of his knife to it, and began to shape.
[[ mainly for one, but open to others if they want to wander into Arthur's end of the park ]]
