She had started out strong, setting out with one goal in mind. It was Friday, the day she and Jacob had agreed to meet. She left around ten in the morning, aimlessly wandering about the city. She had completely forgotten that she had absolutely no idea where he might be, and there were no familiar pigeons around to send a message. Besides that, the pigeons probably wouldn't be able to find him in the first place. Acai had begun to get worried, and then terrified. She had ventured into a strange part of the city, where the people didn't look quite so friendly anymore. Turning herself right back around, Acai resumed her searching in a nicer area.
The day was pretty enough, with the sun bearing down hard on her skin. It was just starting to show signs of turning to summer, and the snow was almost completely melted, leaving soggy puddles of grass and mud in its place. She had stepped carefully around such puddles at first, but after an hour of milling around without direction, Acai had begun to purposefully play around in the ones she stumbled across. It was around noon when she finally forgot where she had been going. She decided that she was probably going to go feed the birds in the park, but had gotten side tracked. This was as good an explanation as she could come up with, and it stuck.
Veering off onto the path to the park, Acai bought a small bundle of bird seeds at a small corner store, a little confused as to why she hadn't packed seeds in the first place. Hopping rather happily through the park, Acai enjoyed the way the birds paid close attention to her. They seemed to remember her from her past visits, the promise of food burned firmly into their brains. She settled herself on the first park bench she saw, chirping quietly at her little friends. Acai had always wished that she could understand their words, but was satisfied enough to chirp back at them and listen to their noises.
The day was pretty enough, with the sun bearing down hard on her skin. It was just starting to show signs of turning to summer, and the snow was almost completely melted, leaving soggy puddles of grass and mud in its place. She had stepped carefully around such puddles at first, but after an hour of milling around without direction, Acai had begun to purposefully play around in the ones she stumbled across. It was around noon when she finally forgot where she had been going. She decided that she was probably going to go feed the birds in the park, but had gotten side tracked. This was as good an explanation as she could come up with, and it stuck.
Veering off onto the path to the park, Acai bought a small bundle of bird seeds at a small corner store, a little confused as to why she hadn't packed seeds in the first place. Hopping rather happily through the park, Acai enjoyed the way the birds paid close attention to her. They seemed to remember her from her past visits, the promise of food burned firmly into their brains. She settled herself on the first park bench she saw, chirping quietly at her little friends. Acai had always wished that she could understand their words, but was satisfied enough to chirp back at them and listen to their noises.