Picnic in the Forest
Nadal stepped into the forest on the soles of simple black walking shoes. From them, black flower-patterned lace led up to a short-- though loose-- black, woolen skirt and matching shirt cut at a three-quarter sleeve. Lace made up the fourth quarter of his sleeves, flared at the ends for a more delicate touch. He tied his hair into a bun, kept in place by a small braid that circled around its entirety. Thin lips had been stained dark indigo for the evening, and though heâd done his best, he couldnât get his lips to appear too much more full.
Though he left the belt behind, he retained his feminine form from earlier.
From the basket he held in his arm, he produced a blanket, upon which he placed a bowl full of freshly-cooked âspaghetti squashâ, theyâd called it, mixed with cucumbers and chopped carrots and topped in sweet onion sauce. Admittedly, he may have asked for help cooking such a complicated thing, but Vyth came to his rescue on that one. From there, heâd bought a small selection of apples, four bars of chocolate, and brought along a plate full of assorted meat jerky the team had made.
Now he only had to hope that Ran wasnât as paranoid as he was when it came to others serving him food, and wait for his arrival.












