Who: Fred and Patience What: a picnic! When: Friday [forward-dated] Where:Pistyll Rhaeadr Warnings: TBA Status: Incomplete
Patience could not think of a nicer place for a picnic. There was something about the full moon, and the transformation that made her feel immensely absorbed in herself, in her own experience. Not in a self-absorbed way, but all the same, sitting at the bottom of the waterfall and looking up at its immensity reminded her that she was tiny, in the larger scheme of things. She found that thought comforting. And then, when someone had told her that the thaw had come on a full moon this year, in January, she felt tied into it all, inextricably.
She smiled to herself, and then at Fred, from where she was sitting on their picnic blanket. She'd made them a feast, because if there was one thing she knew about recovering from a transformation, it was how hungry she would be. And she wouldn't want to miss out on the opportunity to be amused at Fred's appetite, either, not that she could talk, not right now. She had finished an entire thermos of soup and was now working on a sandwich, resting against her fellow werewolf's side.
"You know," she said, "After we've finished -- and rested an hour or so, so we don't get cramps, wasn't it your mother who told me that? -- we should go for a swim."