With a wump, Karl landed against the wooden flooring of the building. The planks moaned under his feet, every so often causing a wail from the old flooring. The age of them hadn’t stopped anyone from walking upon them, however.
Roaming about one of the vacant, absent buildings, he took a short glance out the window. The sun was still high in the sky, blue and dotted with clouds. Birds chirped, a gentle breeze pushed by and the sound of distant voices leaked in through the walls.
The park was getting revenue. Kids and parents came and left, leaving their cups and cones and other litter around the place. They enjoyed the rides and the exhibits, and the statues. It hadn’t been long since some of them decided to show off their magical, alive nature.
He tolerated it. The reveal made some park-goers a bit... nosy, so to speak. When the Pirate Cove was closed, he enjoyed his time alone on his violin, talking to Arma and... others.
It was a beautiful day outside. Perfect for Bach.