when: july 2022, wildflower festival, early evening location: near the food vendor availability: closed || @beckshudson
Aimless, it could practically be June’s middle name at that point. She idly walked through the food area, occasionally popping a cheese curd in her mouth and wiping the excess grease off on her patchwork shorts. Bored and a little lonely, she was not sure what she should do next. There were plenty of people she knew somewhere within the crowds and at the very least she could go find a family member to annoy for a while. That train of thought was cut off when she spotted a familiar silhouette near the food area.
With a smile, she moved closer and poked Beckett lightly in the arm. “Hey fancy seeing you here.” She greeted, her face warm and excited. June met Beck at the national park after going there enough times to escape all that is life and a little muse inspiration. He showed her a lot of the off-trail places she didn’t know about. After a while they just started bonding as people do and now she considered him a close friend. “Were you giving tours? I took one of my baby cousins that’s visiting earlier, he got so excited. I forget how much we take all this stuff for granted.” Her free hand motioned in a circle in the air. “Like, y’know the mountains and flowers and way too desensitized-by-people wildlife, ‘cause we see it everyday.” She paused to pop another cheese curd in her mouth. “But, like, he’s from North Dakota and they don’t have anything but prairie and flatness. It’s crazy.” June shook her head, mouth still partially full from the snack.
“Anyways, what are you up to? How was your day? Want to hang for a while?” The words fell from her mouth quickly and she beamed at him, allowing time for him to get a word in finally.