thegreatdrake (![]() ![]() @ 2013-10-15 09:29:00 |
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Nate shifted in his spot atop his and Kara's trailer. He'd been exploring the camp a bit more since coming to the understanding that he was not going anywhere except where the circus wanted him. He'd met some people, but mostly kept to himself, sketching acts, visitors, vehicles, and the various structures in the camp. But the one thing he had yet to do, because of the lack of taller, climbable structures, was sketch the layout. He wanted to have something to keep track of where everything was (not that he'd forget, with a memory like his), just so he'd have it documented in his journal. The sun felt good on his neck and shoulders. It wasn't too hot, but a bit breezy with a warm sun. He bent over his journal, leaving it in shadow as he worked. He glanced up occasionally to reorient himself, but it only took a second. The whole thing felt familiar. He'd been missing home, missing Sully and Elena, but sketching always brought him back, made him feel like he was just on another adventure. He sighed, catching his lip between his teeth and worrying it as he worked. It wasn't the same, but it was calming to get back to one of the things he did best. For now he could pretend as he listened the the people moving about below him. |