Its not everyday he meets new people, Or rather the ones that come in new and fresh after a good old eclipse. This one came on time at least, and he had time to make a new hobby of crafting wooden bow and arrows for himself in the park. 

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She’s gotten too complacent, no longer as anxious to leave Spirale as the humdrum of idle existence just… goes on. Cradled on the boughs in plain sight, she dozes without a care in the world— and slips from her perch, landing in a graceless heap.

At least her head-sprout wasn’t crushed in the fall. Her dignity, not so much— she lazily rights herself and owlishly peers at the stranger who witnessed her fall.

“Hi! I didn’t mean to be staring, it’s just...your hair is so pretty... can I touch it?”