Neighbourhood Watch
@suestxrm
Bryn had been living in the park for a few months now and being the observant person she was she’d identified a handful of people as regulars. Some of them she spoke to, the other buskers especially, but others she just watched and kept an eye on from afar acting as the park’s own neighbourhood watch, not wanting anyone to think they could hassle people in the park and get away with it. The last thing she needed was for people to start thinking the park was unsafe, that meant less potential clients and she couldn’t really afford a dip in revenue.
So, at the moment she was sitting on a branch high up in her tree, using her talons to peel an orange. The peel she let drop to the grass and then she was popping a wedge into her mouth, chewing as blue-green eyes swept over the park. It was early in the afternoon, the sun was out, and the only reason Bryn was in her tree instead of in her usual spot trying to get readings was because she had to timeshare the prime location by the fountain.
Down below her she noticed a blonde she’d seen several times before, a stack of papers on her lap like always. Narrowing her gaze and focusing on the writing on the paper the words jumped into focus. A lot of big words that sounded like they had to do with science, so she was grading papers again. No surprise there, when the blonde was in the park she usually was grading papers, though once or twice she had been there just to think (or at least Bryn had assumed that’s what she was doing since she hadn’t brought papers to grade those times).
Bryn was already beginning to shift her attention away from the blonde, not one to just sit and stare for no reason, but before she could her eyes were caught by a rustling bush not terribly far behind the woman. Quelle? Bryn’s brow furrowed and she wrapped the orange up in a napkin and slipped it into the front pocket of Sam’s her hoodie, not sure where this was going, but wanting to be ready in case it went bad.
Bryn’s precognition wasn’t the greatest these days, but she trusted her gut feelings and when the bush rustled again she dropped off her branch. Hitting the ground she tumbled forwards effortlessly and a few swift strides put her between the bush and the blonde just as two child-sized heads popped up out of the bush, each throwing a brightly coloured balloon. Getting an idea of what was going Bryn just sighed and spread her wings so the balloons hit them, getting her feathers damp, but not much else.
Bryn had been prepared to give the kids a little lecture on the dangers of throwing water balloons at strangers, but apparently seeing the blue-and-tan clawed archaeopteryx wings had been warning enough, because they were scrambling over one another to take off running. Shaking her head with an easy roll of her eyes Bryn fluffed out her wings a bit to dislodge the water and then she was pulling them against her back as she turned to face the blonde, figuring she’d probably have questions, if she hadn’t gone off running as well.
