[ alfyn is squat down at the garden, not doing anything to it but just sort of surveying what's there. he roots his gloved hand a little in the dirt on the edges of it, though, just taking in the quality of it curiously when compared to... all the rest of this place.
despite the familiar way he crouches, practiced and balanced and steady, his shoulders are tense, his back curved like a drawn bow. ready to release.
he's not paying much attention to anyone coming up on him. just in his own head as he does this. ]
wknd 0; sunday
despite the familiar way he crouches, practiced and balanced and steady, his shoulders are tense, his back curved like a drawn bow. ready to release.
he's not paying much attention to anyone coming up on him. just in his own head as he does this. ]