He banded a group of inspirationists, a group of those who’d give hope to others in even the smallest of fashion, which meant that he, too, had the duty bestowed upon him. Unlike others, he took it with pride, and leaned towards starting his day to assist those in need. Perhaps not in the way one’d expect; fixing mistakes came with harsh treatment.
Sighting even those who needn’t his help, he’d strike a conversation with them anyways, in an act of entertainment on his part. However, the young girl before him seemed to not be that sort of case, her figure crouched and appearing to be in a haste. Standing behind her, the inquiry came without hesitation, “Are you searching for worms?”
“Save some for the birds, while you’re at it!” Crouching down near where she was at, gloves were taken off in order to place his hands onto the dirt floor, as well, “What is it that you are so frantic over? If you are hoping to feed your bird, crackers are a treat for them as well.”
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Complete and utter bemusement was bestowed upon her face upon realization of the comments. Head had turned upon the detections of her own peripheral vision of another who had crouched beside inhibited. Eyes had tilted and fallen upon movements of lips, catching partial wording- enough to decipher meaning and intent of person aside, though took seconds of minutes to comprehend.
Hands stop digging for a moment before continuing, bewildered figure clinging to one of annoyance in form before settling back to one of normality in partial amount. Communication might as well have been sapped from her; unless man knew sign language, which was a uncertainty smothered in copious amounts of unlikely. Thus, shrug is given until notebook is found from within the depths of the sand.
Corner of bound paper book she believes she might see, and there is a point to convey meaning. A finger quietly jabbed at before hands dig ever deeper, ripping at sand to find tea-stained parchment.
