The day had began normally enough though Dove was the identity the gender-shifting brunette had felt more akin to that day. Dove watched herself in the mirror as her hair flowed from Robin's short, tidy style to her more wavy, much longer strands which she had then pinned up into a stylish updo with a modest hat. As she finished dressing for the day and seeing to other parts of herself, she apparated to High Street, that being her chosen place of excursion. She did need lace and ribbons.
It had been sunny when the day began but soon it was pouring. Rather than scurry for cover, she opted to explore in the rain, finding her parasol to be adequate protection against most of the wet droplets. As she came near the park with the idle thought that the rain was sure to bring out more of the slowly returning ducks, Dove saw a man who appeared to be barking into a stone wall.
Upon closer approach, she realized she had once met him though that had several months back in June. Or rather, the male part of her had met him. Not that she could let on as this was one of the secrets Robin had joked about when they had met. She also saw on closer inspection that he had been barking into a rabbit hole - not the wall it was by. "Perhaps this Virgil has gone off to Wonderland," she said in jest, parasol perched on her dainty shoulder as she thought of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
It had been sunny when the day began but soon it was pouring. Rather than scurry for cover, she opted to explore in the rain, finding her parasol to be adequate protection against most of the wet droplets. As she came near the park with the idle thought that the rain was sure to bring out more of the slowly returning ducks, Dove saw a man who appeared to be barking into a stone wall.
Upon closer approach, she realized she had once met him though that had several months back in June. Or rather, the male part of her had met him. Not that she could let on as this was one of the secrets Robin had joked about when they had met. She also saw on closer inspection that he had been barking into a rabbit hole - not the wall it was by. "Perhaps this Virgil has gone off to Wonderland," she said in jest, parasol perched on her dainty shoulder as she thought of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
