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Monday: First Steps
Who: Tayne and Natalie Price (NPC)
Where: the Prices' yard
When: mid-morning
There was fog all around, which served to make Natalie feel as if she could hide in plain sight. That was what she was doing this morning, sitting next to the base of a tree in her front yard, her damp hair straggling over her face as she bent her head to look at the ground. She was trying to dig a hole with a spoon she'd taken from the kitchen and not having a great deal of success given how thick the grass was. She hadn't yet gotten impatient, and nobody had missed her yet: her mother was conversing with her new attendant, and they thought she was in her room. But she'd sneaked out, something she was fairly good at. It was chilly, and she shivered in the t-shirt and checked skirt she'd put on after her shower. It didn't matter, though. Natalie didn't let the weather conditions affect her, usually.
The address Tayne had was about all he had to go off of, and the fog wasn't helping. It just made him edgy, all that water in the air waiting to condense right over him, or something. Ugh. But he'd promised, and he'd braved the ferry the afternoon before, and it was important, so he was going to do his best.
( Who are you? Are you nobody, too? )
Where: the Prices' yard
When: mid-morning
There was fog all around, which served to make Natalie feel as if she could hide in plain sight. That was what she was doing this morning, sitting next to the base of a tree in her front yard, her damp hair straggling over her face as she bent her head to look at the ground. She was trying to dig a hole with a spoon she'd taken from the kitchen and not having a great deal of success given how thick the grass was. She hadn't yet gotten impatient, and nobody had missed her yet: her mother was conversing with her new attendant, and they thought she was in her room. But she'd sneaked out, something she was fairly good at. It was chilly, and she shivered in the t-shirt and checked skirt she'd put on after her shower. It didn't matter, though. Natalie didn't let the weather conditions affect her, usually.
The address Tayne had was about all he had to go off of, and the fog wasn't helping. It just made him edgy, all that water in the air waiting to condense right over him, or something. Ugh. But he'd promised, and he'd braved the ferry the afternoon before, and it was important, so he was going to do his best.
( Who are you? Are you nobody, too? )