InsaneJournal

Who: Arkady & whoever (another open log! I'm mad with power!)
What: Stuff and things
Where: Outside, over there ~>
When: Weekend, afternoon
Warnings: None yet, none likely, will update as necessary

It was midafternoon, and Arkady had decided that she and Spam could use some air, so she'd packed up his paint supplies, slung the bag over her shoulder and snapped his harness on before heading outside, two teleport jumps and two portkey landings and she found a good park, humming to herself and kicking off her shoes to wriggle bare toes in the grass, "Where do you suppose we are?" She asked the pig, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand, grinning as the breeze made her skirt billow.