Nature Ties

Things were much quieter by the pond than she expected, but she still felt completely at ease, inner peace evident by the content smile upon her lips. Her left hand was tugging on the arm of another, who seemed to be slightly less enthusiastic about the ordeal. Both of them were in the five foot range, and both had darker brown hair. It wasn't hard to tell that they were directly related, although how they were related was somewhat muddled by the others that didn't know them. The girl, often nicknamed Ana by many, was only fifteen, while her brother was seventeen. Yet, either way, it didn't really matter. She was pretty much /dragging/ Draeko down to the very edge of the water, which she leaned over a bit in hopes to see a fish or two. Around her neck was a rather expensive camera, a gift from a man in town named Charles Damien Santos, and it seemed as though she was simply enjoying nature before she captured it onto film. Draeko, on the other hand, had a small backpack slung over his other shoulder, but his focus seemed to be solely on his sister, as he was overprotective in general. He managed to coax Anastasia into sitting down on the edge, but she was quick to point out one other- a hispanic male leaned against a nearby tree, his legs propped so he could handle whatever was in his hands.

Despite it being mid-day, things at the pond seemed rather peaceful in comparison to the school cafeteria. He was propped up against the tree, a small brown bag settled next to him, propping his legs in such a way that he could set his sketch pad against them to draw. Rey wasn't exactly well known, but it seemed quite a few people knew his boyfriend in one way or another- He was often either giving away things or selling things at a lower price. The birds were chirping, the occasional fish splashed in the water, everything was nice and calm- The way he preferred things by a long shot. He didn't even really notice the two arrivals, too stuck in the drawing that was slowly 'coming to life'- A drawing of the pond, complete with fishes and the small amounts of sea weed underneath. Nature, it was the best way to be inspired, no matter where a person came from. He shifted his jacket a bit, somewhat fidgety without realizing why he was so-- People tended to be a bit too loud, too energetic, and if not that, there was some other way that they sort of intimidated him... or, in the lesser case, they'd lecture him about smoking- His cigarette pack was in fair enough sight, resting on the ground beside him, a lighter on top.

Either way, both parties were tied by nature, and there would soon be another adventure ahead. After all, who could count on Mother Nature to always be peaceful?