It had been a while since she’d allowed herself time to spend on her own—recently, it had become more of a chore than a time of relaxation for her, but even with this being true, she wanted to at least reacquaint herself with the feeling. She prided herself on being independent, and with that now being fully true, with her supporting herself in every aspect of her life besides boarding with her best friend, she supposed she should fall into the routine of going out alone.
The weather had been gradually warming up since the new year, but it was still far too chilly for her, who preferred the warmer seasons. So, bundled up in a pea coat and circle scarf tossed over her shoulders, she headed out, allowing her feet to take her wherever they wished without her mind controlling where they went. It didn’t take her long for her feet to lead her to the park by the river, a very familiar spot with far too many memories. With a quiet sigh, she continued on a concrete path, eyes drifting from the scenery to the people, to the sky, simply taking in all of her surroundings.
She was about to turn around and head home, her head too full of memories, when she spotted a Labrador and its owner seated at a bench. Her mind immediately flashing to her own two pups at home, she soon found herself crouched in front of the dog, extending her hand as if offering it for a shake, which, once she realized what she was doing, made her feel quite silly. With an abashed smile, she lifted her eyes to look up at the dog’s companion. “He’s beautiful.”
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The wind battered at my hair, sending translucent tendrils in flight of the sudden, unseasonal gusts and billowing wildly in front of my face. I grimaced against it and tightened my jacket around me. At my side, Spock trotted purposefully, much more adept to dealing with the cold than I had ever been. The fingers of the wind combed thorough the ruft of his black fur like the gentle caress that left me wondering why it battered me so brutally in comparison. I had often heard that if one keeps on moving, he should find warmth in his body. I had seldom found that to be true. The movement only seemed to constantly jostle new openings around my clothes to invite the cold in, and eventually I gave in, flipping gracefully onto the first bench we came across. Spock gave the area a good snuffing, tail swaying gently, before joining me. My bitterness that lush warm Spring had not yet arrived did not affect his jab enjoyment of the day, and as someone enthusiastically approached him, his tail set to a constant bout of wagging. I glanced down at her in surprise of her bold approach and lifted an eyebrow expectantly, wondering if she had even seen me at all. Answering my unspoken thoughts, she looked up at me, and I found I could only smile fondly in return. “Yes, he’s a handsome old man," I glanced down at him and patted the back of his neck. The dog stood up, and I felt the creak of his bones as he did so, but when he looked at the young woman his face was all puppy, his tail swaying as his body wiggled with the happiness of attention. "That is, when he’s not demanding a walk in the cold.” [ ooc; hey! No problem, thank you for writing the starter and all! I'm very bad at names but.. ah, it's nice to meet you too!! ]
