webslinger
Setsuna stared up at the sky. It was a nice day. She was thankful for that. At least it wasn’t a rainy day. It would be horrible if it was a rainy day and she was stuck out here. Her equipment would probably get damaged if it rained too. That would be a shame. It cost a lot and she really wasn’t interested in shelling out the money to get new ones.
What was this thing even called? A spider web? She supposed. Who was in charge of naming park equipment? Everyone had just known that when you said to play on the spider web as a kid, you meant the big weird climbing thing that you could always easily slip off of and fall to your death. But they climbed it anyways. Kids were so brave.
And better at it than her. At least there were no kids around right now, she didn’t think them bouncing around while she was stuck in the middle of it would help her very much. At least she was comfortable. And at least the webbing made for interesting views.
The sound of feet crunching on sand caught her attention. Setusna tilted her head back as much as she could manage to see who was making their way over. She blinked at them. “Oh, hello there.”