Heavy Petting (tag: Zelos)
It wasn't the warmest day the town of Barton, Vermont had ever seen at the beginning of March, but it wasn't the coldest either. It fell somewhere in the middle, cold enough that a hat and mittens were appreciated, but warm enough that a body didn't have to bundle up like an eskimo to be outside. If she was moving around, it probably wouldn't feel quite as chilly either, but Rosmerta was staying planted exactly where she was.
In a little town, outsiders could stand out. Especially outsiders that sat on park benches and watched children. It would be easy to misconstrue the intentions of the lady sitting nearby if she were a normal woman. But she wasn't. She was a goddess, and there was a warm sort of happiness that seemed to surround her; while parents glanced her way, they quickly decided she wasn't a threat.
Truthfully, she wasn't there for the people watching, though that frequently amused her. She was there for what was at the end of the park: a small petting zoo. Rosmerta was quietly tickled at the idea of a petting zoo in the middle of a rural area. She wasn't sure what prompted the people here to take animals that they saw, pretty much everywhere, and plop them at the end of a park for some form of entertainment. Though the kids did seem to be getting quite a kick out of the floppy eared bunnies. And feeding the goats. They did eat in a funny fashion.
A lot of places like this didn't do well, depending on donations rather than admission to keep their operations going. Since she had a fondness for farms stemming back to her early days, she liked to help out where she could. This one, though, was different because of it's location and she'd wanted to see it for herself. At least she knew the animals here were well cared for since the people here were used to doing so.
But she could really use a cup of coffee to warm up a bit.