Friday: February 8, 2008
Who: Sascha and Zach
When: Mid-day
Where: Market Square, the Park
What: An unexpected rendezvous

Sweeney was starting to develop a phobia- not that Sascha could blame her, exactly. After all, quite a few nasty incidents had taken place in some of the very public spaces of Helicharis: the encounter with Danté just a few days prior, for instance, or the harpy attack the previous fall. Brasco hadn't been around for the latter, but Sascha could tell from the way the muscled black mutt stalked along beside his female companion that the both of them were more alert than usual.

It was a cold and relatively gusty day for a lunch in the park, but that's exactly what the trio had planned. Sascha and the dogs munched and mingled their way around the Fresh Food Pavilion, charming various delectables from the vendors (and even a few fellow shoppers) before heading out onto the open grounds for a little romping. They'd eaten very light, so the telepath wasn't too concerned about upsetting any stomachs.

Sascha raced back and forth with the dogs in hot pursuit, laughing and darting away when they drew up on either side of him. He dug in his coat pocket for the tennis ball he'd stashed there earlier, and with a flick of his wrist he sent it flying across the stretch of dead grass, watching in amusement as Sweeney and Brasco raced to beat the other to the prize. It was rare that he took the time to enjoy simple pleasures like this, and he began to entertain the idea of not returning to the library at all that day. It would be terribly unprofessional, of course, but he was dangerously close to the point of not giving a damn. He just wanted to play with his dogs.