Her bare feet swung back and forth. Her dark eyes watched the gathering. The City was playing nice today. There were familiar faces among this idyllic, for a 21st century Saturday afternoon, setting. She didn't giggle, just smiled. If anyone were to truly look at the way certain fairy kind smiled, he'd notice that there was something darker than the oogie boogies seen on tv or in those ridiculous horror stories. If anyone really took time to pay attention, she'd see the truly gruesome workings in a fairy tale. People eating people, blood and gore everywhere, the undead lived among those precious stories. Rape, murder, incest. It was all there. One of the ancient stories sat in the tree, watching and waiting for the story to unfold.
Or that had been the original idea. Then he walked up. Well, well. She didn't have to guess whether or not he was one of the "patients" who'd been mishandled in the asylum. The ones that had to be kept apart for everyone's safety.
"It's a lovely day for a walk, don't you think?" She wriggled her toes at him and watched him for only a moment before her attention shifted to a rather resounding grunt. Oh, yes, one of the young men had gotten a little too aggressive in his tackle. His friend had taken a very hard hit. "Or to play a game."