(`what a completely uneventful day, aeron mused. the park that was located nearest to his residence was almost completely empty - let alone a few elderly folk who were there to feed the ducks crumbs. his long legs dangled from high above - he was seated upon a tree branch as usual, where he had a clear view of the park's entirety. that was when he realized there was no other way to look but skyward - ah, yes, he always took interest in the way the clouds looked like from the underside. at the thought of it looking like nothing more but an outburst of white, a chuckle bubbled in his throat as he did not allow it to pass his pursed lips. little did he know, though, that a pair of dark brown-tinted hues had been watching him close - wondering what he was doing in such a dangerous place, perhaps?)
