Lochlann was sitting in the grass at the edge of the woods, his back pressed against a tree, his bad leg stretched out in the grass before him. He was wearing a dark jacket over his shirt and from most angles, it was hard to see him. He wasn't at the very edge of the treeline, and the thick cluster of branches and low-hanging plants hid him from the view of the path.
He came out here to read, and to think, but also because he could see the lake. Lochlann loved water, it was his natural habitat, but he wasn't comfortable being around water and other people. His biggest fear was that someone would ask him to go swimming.
Right now, he had a pretty good excuse to not swim that didn't involve explaining that he was unable to control himself in the water. His leg was still in bad shape, and it hurt to walk on it, let alone swim.
It did get really lonely, though.
Unfortunately, very few people came to the lake at this time in the afternoon. Most were inside eating dinner. He flipped a page in his book.
He'd be really surprised if someone stumbled upon him anyway.
He came out here to read, and to think, but also because he could see the lake. Lochlann loved water, it was his natural habitat, but he wasn't comfortable being around water and other people. His biggest fear was that someone would ask him to go swimming.
Right now, he had a pretty good excuse to not swim that didn't involve explaining that he was unable to control himself in the water. His leg was still in bad shape, and it hurt to walk on it, let alone swim.
It did get really lonely, though.
Unfortunately, very few people came to the lake at this time in the afternoon. Most were inside eating dinner. He flipped a page in his book.
He'd be really surprised if someone stumbled upon him anyway.