val_corax. OOC - Something amusing. (Reply)

<OOC> Val: While this is amusing me greatly, I must idle to wash my daughter's hair. I will return once the screams of protest end. :>

<OOC> Mouse grins.

<OOC> Nicodemus stalls by making a 4-page pose for when she returns. typitty type type!

<OOC> Mouse sneerk.

<OOC> Val: Washed and clean child in front of her half an hour of bedtime TV. Tada!

Nicodemus makes his way into the meadow. It's a lovely meadow, this meadow right here. With the grass that isn't really growing right now because it's winter and grass doesn't grow in the winter all that much, but it's nonetheless the epitome of wintery grass--especially wintery park grass. There's a few patches of bare grass here and there, too. Likely where the crab grass or some chick weed made inroads against the more durable fescue. Or, in some other places, where people who are particularly adventurous have ventured off the paved paths and taken shortcuts across the grass. Repeated transgressions have made new paths of dirt, generally linking a piece of pavement to another piece of pavement. But in some instances, the dirt paths go to actual destinations, like the playground area or the easy part of the rocky river embankment. The gentle wind, if there were a gentle wind at the moment, would normally play with the dry grasses; but the wind is not blowing right now. It's actually quite calm, so the grass is equally quite still. Around some of the trees, the grass is longer. Clearly this is the result of some city employee skimping on the weed eating, though the mowing certainly did happen. In the much, much, much less travelled sections of the park, the mower's wheel marks can still be seen. Proper tire inflation and good turf tires fitted to the mower might have lessened the evidence of the riding mower's passage, but budget cuts typically result in the use of inferior mowing equipment. None of that really matters though, as the grass is perfectly suitable for Nick to walk on. And so he does walk on the park's grass, probably completely unaware of all the subtle little things that make the grass here extra special. Goats, surely, would appreciate the finer qualities of all this grass. Humans, however, simply do not. Not unless they fall onto the ground, in which case they appreciate the softer surface, which is far less prone to causing scrapes and injuries than concrete. The grass will, unfortunately, cause clothing stains if clothing--in a falling situation--grinds up hard and fast against the grass. It's certainly less of a stain than you'd get from falling on it in the summer, but there's still a little juice and pigmentation left in all those blades of glass. And that, in fact, is what Nick strolls across as he draws nearer to the center of the park, having spotted Val and Mouse chatting from afar, and looking to resume their conversation.

<OOC> Mouse: Laaaawl, you weren't kidding.

<OOC> Nicodemus only got a page worth. About grass.

<OOC> Val laughs and laughs. Daughter looks at me. "What's funny momy?"

<OOC> Mouse: I think you just won the MUSH.