Parks were wonderful places and not used as often as they really ought to be by those whom they were built for. At least not for the right reasons. Still Octavia, often called Mab by those who actually knew what she did, had always found them rather peaceful. Since moving to Sacramento she'd made it a point to take a walk in the park each day if only to get some exercise and calm her nerves. The fact that such walks proved to help her form new contacts of a fur and feather variety just happened to be her little secret. Settling down on a park bench near a small fountain she sighed and stretched before pulling out a small bag of bird seed and bread crumbs. Making a soft tsking click sound with her tongue against her teeth she tossed a bit of the feed on the ground in front of her and waited trying to coax the little song birds.

A few fluttered to the ground picking at the seed and drawing closer as Octavia watched on with a gentle smile. Spreading a bit more food for them on the bench beside her Octavia sat still allowing the little creatures to grow more bold as she reached out with her powers. The impressions and thoughts she gleaned were simple ones. Feelings of hunger and happiness as this hunger was sated were the most predominant and she was pleased to find some pleasant thoughts involving the nice purple haired lady who'd come to feed them. Some even wondered if perhaps the nice purple haired lady would come again. Setting down a little pile of food for them she slowly rose so as to not disturb the little birds and continued her walk whistling a strain or two of one of her favorite childhood songs.

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