A Quiet Place at the Center of it All

[Rosalind Sparks]

Rosalind Sparks brushed her currently dark hair back behind her ear and smiled a bit to herself as she smoothed out the blanket she was sitting on.

It was lonely to be having a picnic alone, but she was used to such things. And the meal she'd made would hopefully make up for it.

There was plenty of food, so she'd hopefully have leftovers for tomorrow. The makings of sandwiches, with roast beef and ham, both home made, with fresh vegetables and fresh baked bread. Homemade pomegranate and lemon sorbet.

She'd made herself comfortable. Her pointed ears were on full display, when she usually kept them a bit hidden, and her shoes were off, letting her long toes flex and stretch.

She liked this place. It was quiet and peaceful, and she could hear the sounds of life and nature all around her. It made it a bit better. She had a book with her, and some sewing but... but what she really wanted... was some company. She knew dozens of people, knew their names and their faces. But none of them well enough to call. None of them well enough to invite on her little picnic.

But maybe someone would show up. Maybe fate would smile on her, and she'd make a good impression... and maybe make a friend?

[Eva Isaachar]

Eva had been taking a stroll through the park on her way back from elsewhere, because she was the sort to always take the scenic route when she had the time. As she passed by the picnic, she commented to the girl having it regarding her sewing,

"Cute skirt!"

Of course Eva, didn't want to bother her, she was friendly and social, but polite enough not to start jabbering at strangers, especially since she thought that Rosalind was waiting for someone. However, a passing compliment could hardly be too invasive, now could it?

At that precise moment, Magdalena poked her pretty little head out of the pocket on the side of Eva's pretty little purse, which was facing towards Rosalind. Her nose was wiggling, for it was clear that she could smell all the tasty treats that Rosalind had spread out on the picnic blanket. In addition to her natural adorableness, the little mouse had the added cuteness of an accessory to boot--a a pink and blue rose bow with pearls, just as Odette had promised her.