( It's nice out, and even Peter's reclusive self feels drawn to get some fresh air and sunshine. Before he knows it, he's wandered quite a ways out, where it's quiet and peaceful.
It isn't long before he spots a familiar figure sitting at a table, and Peter hesitates only a moment before approaching the man he's bumped into a couple of times by now. There's something to him, and to what he knows, that continues to intimidate Peter — and simultaneously draw him in closer. Despite his nerves, it's a willing approach, accompanied with an awkward little lift of his hand in greeting. )
Hey, again. ( His eyes drift to what Creeping Dust is doing, catching sight of the deer carvings, and Peter's eyebrows lift. ) Woah. You made those?
TRUST AND PERIL
It isn't long before he spots a familiar figure sitting at a table, and Peter hesitates only a moment before approaching the man he's bumped into a couple of times by now. There's something to him, and to what he knows, that continues to intimidate Peter — and simultaneously draw him in closer. Despite his nerves, it's a willing approach, accompanied with an awkward little lift of his hand in greeting. )
Hey, again. ( His eyes drift to what Creeping Dust is doing, catching sight of the deer carvings, and Peter's eyebrows lift. ) Woah. You made those?