The amount of people at the Glen this weekend was not an enormous amount by any standards. But it was still more which meant Dominic had astronomic desires to make himself scarce by the time the festivities were in full swing. At the very least, he stayed away from the newcomers of the crowd while still visiting those whom he’d needed to have a chat with. Shadow, on the other hand, was content to be stopped as often as possible; many of the village children scampered over to the gigantic Pyrenees to pet him, and Dominic was content to leave him be. He’d catch up when he felt like it.
One of the residents had a fence that needed repairing; an elder woman by the name of Mrs. O’Malley whose magic was not what it used to be, and Dominic had offered to come over and help not only repair but completely rebuild it. After leaving Mrs. O’Malley seated comfortably and happily sipping on some lemonade, Dom slung his jacked over his shoulder and made his way to the outskirts of the festivities. Of course, not before he heard his name being called by a vaguely familiar voice, and he turned to see who had interrupted his escape.
He recognized her, that was for sure, but he knew she didn’t actually live in the Glen; just visited frequently enough that her face wasn’t a complete unknown, but infrequently that Dominic had never actually talked directly to her. “Yes,” He replied, pausing and eyeing the company she was with. He gave quick nods to the Glenn girls he knew, his gaze returning to the girl who spoke. They were not an intimidating bunch, but the girl seemed to have an air about her that warned Dominic this would not be a quick interaction. Best skip straight to the point then. “Can I help you?”
One of the residents had a fence that needed repairing; an elder woman by the name of Mrs. O’Malley whose magic was not what it used to be, and Dominic had offered to come over and help not only repair but completely rebuild it. After leaving Mrs. O’Malley seated comfortably and happily sipping on some lemonade, Dom slung his jacked over his shoulder and made his way to the outskirts of the festivities. Of course, not before he heard his name being called by a vaguely familiar voice, and he turned to see who had interrupted his escape.
He recognized her, that was for sure, but he knew she didn’t actually live in the Glen; just visited frequently enough that her face wasn’t a complete unknown, but infrequently that Dominic had never actually talked directly to her. “Yes,” He replied, pausing and eyeing the company she was with. He gave quick nods to the Glenn girls he knew, his gaze returning to the girl who spoke. They were not an intimidating bunch, but the girl seemed to have an air about her that warned Dominic this would not be a quick interaction. Best skip straight to the point then. “Can I help you?”