[ Steve doesn't grant himself much in the way of downtime, but on the other hand, there isn't all that much too do in this sleepy farm town. It's a stark contrast from Cadens, and while he's not good at slowing down or relaxing, this place is almost forcing him.
He's been out most of the day searching for escaped livestock, but once the sun goes down it's difficult to do too much. So he's circled back to the treehouse, but it looks like all the chores were already taken care of, meaning that he has little option but to take it easy.
He does that with a sketchbook that Wanda rustled up for him, sitting in one of the treehouse's window seats as he doodles idly. Dot has even come to curl up with him, although he flies off of Steve's legs where he'd curled up when Hilda bursts in, yes, like a hurricane.
Steve manages not to startle, but he sets the sketchbook down, sending her an unsure look when he notes what she's holding. ]
treehouse
He's been out most of the day searching for escaped livestock, but once the sun goes down it's difficult to do too much. So he's circled back to the treehouse, but it looks like all the chores were already taken care of, meaning that he has little option but to take it easy.
He does that with a sketchbook that Wanda rustled up for him, sitting in one of the treehouse's window seats as he doodles idly. Dot has even come to curl up with him, although he flies off of Steve's legs where he'd curled up when Hilda bursts in, yes, like a hurricane.
Steve manages not to startle, but he sets the sketchbook down, sending her an unsure look when he notes what she's holding. ]
Maybe. [ What is this, Hilda. ] What's up?