Who: Lincoln and Pamela Barnes What: A Grounder and a Psychic in The Wild When: Monday afternoon Where: The Park Warnings: TBD Status:Closed/Match-Up/On-going
Clear weather at the end of summer was a good day to be outside, not that Lincoln was likely to be anywhere else. Not while he could still be comfortably there. When winter came upon them completely, he and Octavia would probably take Aurelia and move back into their house, live more like the people of this place did than the tree people they were. If it was just the two of them, and when it had been, staying in the cave would have been fine; they could have been comfortable. Now there was a baby to consider, and though Lincoln knew he could keep her safe and warm, it was easier to accomplish in the house.
Today he didn’t need to worry about that. Nor did he need to worry about the imminent death he would face if he ever left this place, something that was always on his mind since he’d learned about it.
Today was just walking.
He noticed her eyes first, stark white and unseeing in a way he’d never witnessed, and being unfamiliar with a lot of social norms still, Lincoln didn’t think not to stare.