May 23 16:00:37 106 PA
From Chronicles
The Kingsdale Plaza Park stretches out to the west approximately sixteen-hundred feet until it meets with a residential area. The ground is covered with sporadic grass and wild flowers. Deep craters from some long-ago weapons fire cover this area of the park making the ground uneven and in some places difficult to walk. Nonetheless, this area has seen extensive use by the people of Kingsdale. Bike trails criss-cross the area and one of the craters has been filled with water where duck and other water birds come. These waterfoul seem to have quite a good living too, with people almost always present to feed them. Here and there are stands of conifer trees that people often sit beneath to read and otherwise forget the trials and tribulations of city life. The exception to this is during the night though, and nobody comes to the park after dark unless they are either foolhardy in the extreme or looking for trouble. The wind blows through the area unhampered and on good days it carries with it the laughter of children feeding ducks and the sweet scent of pine and wild flowers. Benches and places to sit are also scattered through the park area, and to the south is a Pavillion of five statues -- all previous dictators and people of note to Kingsdale's past.
The day is a nice type of day to be out in, and after her shift, Maya has made her way out to the park after her shift. She is perched by the side of the water, threading small wild flowers together in a chain. Her hair is tied up in bunches, and she is sitting on her raincoat, spread across the floor. Beside her, an umbrella is closed, lying flat on the ground. Overall, looking totally relaxed.
Paws fall with a certain quietness to them, yet with a definite presence attached as Tornaq makes his way into the park. Never alone, and so his petite shaman walks at his side. The bear pauses not far within, and thus so does Monique, and she lifts a hand to touch his leg, rubbing a little there. A rumble comes from deep in his chest as he tests the air, a habit based on his protective nature, and then he lowers his nose to lightly touch her shoulder, whuffing softly. A smile touches Monique's lips, and then she gives a faint nod, giving a pat of her hand to his soft fur, and then they both start walking towards the pond, a place which often draws them.
Maya's daisy chain has grown, big enough to encircle the largest of necks and so she sits up, crossing her legs as she settles herself. The movement brings the pair into her vision and she lifts a hand in greeting, her mouth curving into a wide grin. As they get closer, she abandons the flowers, raincoat and umbrella, jumping up and moving to offer the petite shaman an enthusiastic hug.
With only an inquisitive rumble from Tornaq as a warning, of sorts, Monique finds herself enwrapped in a hug. Although, she discovers that the experience is one that she doesn't mind, and so she returns the hug, a smile lighting her features. When the hug parts, she inclines her head slightly, her dark eyes showing a sparkle in them. "Good afternoon, Maya," she says softly, a smile touching her lips again. Tornaq whuffs in amusement, then lowers his nose to touch Maya's shoulder before lifting his head and giving himself a shake, sunlight rippling over his white fur. Lifting a hand, Monique brushes aside a stray lock of her hair, tucking it behind oen of her ears where it likely won't remain for long. "How is?" she asks, her tone thoughtful.
Maya's hugs are renown for their enthusiasm but Monique is finally released. She points at Tornaq and turns towards her daisy chain and the coat, swooping down on it. "I thought you might come, and so I made him this." She holds the chain out to them, its size big enough to encircle his throat. "I'm well, and you?" The oddly formal question is given with a broad grin, the bunches bouncing.
"Come often, here. Tornaq like. Me like," Monique says, a bit of a blush touching her cheeks. She knows her english isn't very good, and even though it's something she works on and improves with, she still feels like it's broken. Tornaq lowers his head to the level of the ladies, eyeing first Monique and then Maya, and he tilts his head to one side, studying the daisy chain. "You make? Is very pretty. How make?" she comments, her dark eyes showing another sparkle to them. Tornaq whuffs in apparent approval, then puts his head through the daisy chain circle before touching his nose to Maya's shoulder, in what would seem to be thanks. "Tornaq like, also. Am well," she replies, giving a small nod.
"I'll show you." Maya offers, placing it lightly around his neck, giving him a light hug before inviting Monique to join her on her coat. A small pile of daisies are there, and she picks one up, showing the other woman as she pierces its stem with her nail. "You see, you make a hole, put the other stem through it and..." She holds the two joined daisies up with a grin. "You try?" She suggests, cupping some of the flowers in her palm, holding them out.
Rumbling softly, Tornaq looks to his little shaman for a lingering moment to study her, and then he pads over closer to the pond before laying done. This, it seems, he approves of. Monique approaches as well, stepping over to where the coat lays, and she shrugs out of her parka to spread it on the grass before sitting cross-legged on it. She accepts the handful of daisies, blushing as she does, then settles them into her lap. Her tongue flits out to lick her lips, and she picks one of the flowers from amongst the pile, using one of her nails to make a hole in the stem before feeding the stem of another into it. "Is like sew... make hole, then thread," she comments, smiling as she looks to the other woman, her dark eyes sparkling with delight.
Maya's returning grin is broad and she nods, an amused thought in her eyes. "Or sex." She comments dryly, continuing to make her next chain, her grin firmly in place. She glances up at Monique as she works, "So you know Sebastien? Are you the girl that broke his heart?" The blunt question is softened by the grin, and the honest interest in her face, a lack of malice there. She reaches for another flower, carefully making the hole and threading them together.
Monique looks up at Maya from her handiwork with the daisies, her dark eyes widening for a moment before she lowers her gaze again, blushing fiercely. Tornaq reaches out to touch her shoulder with his nose, rumbling softly as though attempting to offer reassurance to her, and then he folds his front paws before resting his chin atop them whilst keeping his attention on Monique. There's nothing he can do to help her with that particular human issue, after all. Getting through her flustered moments, Monique returns her attention to the daisy chain, continuing to work on it and doing so carefully. "Yes, know Sebastien. Not break Sebastien. Not know if did. He not say. Like Sebastien. He good friend," she says softly, her tone thoughtful. "If did break... not mean to... should fix," she adds, her brow furrowing as a troubled look enters her eyes.
Maya's grin fades a little, into a smile and she reaches out, offering another hug, ignoring her daisies that risk being crushed. "Oh no, if you weren't the one that left him, it wasn't you. So don't worry about it, I just wanted to know so I didn't say something stupid. But I did that anyhow." Her forehead wrinkles, her lips tightening at her own misstep. "I should have known anyhow, because he said she left and you are here."
The small Inuit woman lifts her gaze back to Maya, and a little smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she slips into the hug, accepting it. Tornaq approves of this as well, it would seem, his pink tongue slipping out to lick his nose as he watches. Monique faintly shakes her head, a smile touching her lips again. "You not know. Is okay. What say, not stupid," she says softly, smiling warmly. "Is okay. No worry," Monique says, giving a small nod. "Am here. Not gone. Is okay, promise," she adds, smiling again.
Maya gives Monique a searching look, hazel eyes narrowing slightly before she nods, her grin returning. "I have to go." The words are spoken with true regret and she glances at Tornaq, her grin widening slightly. "Come and find me at the hospital, I'll come out to you, and we can talk about you working at the camp, helping them perhaps? Do you know Vixen? She could take you down there, if you want to go and see." She scoops up her daisies, offering them to Monique in her cupped palms.
Monique is sincere in what she said, for she's not about to hold it against Maya at all. Forgiveness comes easily, most times. "Will find again. Can come hospital, will see there. Will help if can," she says softly, a smile tugging at her lips again. As the daisies are offered, she accepts them with a bit of a blush and a nod, her dark eyes showing a sparkle to them. "Thank you. Not know Vixen. Not meet yet. Know hospital, can come there. Outside only, Tornaq not go inside," she offers, her tone thoughtful in nature. Tornaq lifts his head from his paws, looking to Maya, and he bobs his head slightly, giving a slight rumble.
Having left the daisies, Maya takes up her raincoat, shaking it out. She rummages through her pockets, a flicker of a frown on her face. "Left my gloves somewhere." She comments, her grin returning, the wrinkle in her forehead suggestive of someone stepping back in their mind to when something was last seen. As she bends to take up the umbrella, her forehead clears. "Stupid, I left them at Seb's the other morning." She dismisses her gloves with a shake of her head, unthinkingly betraying something. "I'll see you soon." A hug, and she is gone. Poof.
