the city is almost always a more preferable place for her. she can get lost in the hustle and bustle that way, keep herself going, going, going. but rooftop runs and scavenging through the treasure troves that the city has to offer is tiring, even to her. and despite nyla's retorts, witch and familiar sit lazily by the riverbank. parker has her toes in the water, arms crossed behind her back, eyes half-closed. 

nyla preens her wings beside her, shifting uncomfortably every so often. "don't you know how to relax?" parker murmurs as she sinks back against the grass. frogs gurgle by the water's edge away from them; a few ducks waddle on the more marshy patches of ground. 

the bird familiar mutters something under her breath and parker's lips twitch in a smile. something that will never get old, regardless of where they are, is getting under nyla's skin. and though her discomfort is an annoyance that sits at parker's conscious, she refuses to let it break the meditative peace she's experiencing. or, well, trying to. 

a twig snaps behind them and nyla picks up her head, cocks it to the side as her pupils narrow. 

"it's probably nothing," parker says, though she sits up anyway and stares into the brush. 

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