Mhairi twisted her starless locks into a bun. Holding it in place with a pen she found in her purse. She didn't have the energy to care if the blue ink stained her skin. Man, the heat was already killing her. And it wasn't even the height of the Season yet!

She'd been trying to get a better feel for the River City, since she'd been keeping close to home. Well...Edna's, so she'd ventured out to Mckinley park. When she got there she couldn't help but flop on the grass next the water. Hoping, praying that the meager breeze would carry over the water and cool her off, at least a little.

It probably didn't help that she preferred near skin tight cloths that covered her usually with only her shoulders bare, she even liked to have on long fingerless gloves or arm warmers most of the time. Now though, the stripped gloves were balled up and chucked into her purse. She just had to deal with the coming Summer's heat, so it could hurry up and be Autumn (her first in the 'hold) then winter - which was better than this!

Time always flies, and the Seasons always change, but (and it couldn't be said enough) Mhairi didn't enjoy it when those times and Seasons turned to the warmer weather...

'Geeze.' Mhairi thinks, 'I sound like such a whiner!'

Turning her thoughts away from the heat, she focused on the sounds of the park. Kids were running around laughing, lovers walking hand in hand. Mhairi pushes herself up off her back to sit and watch those who actually enjoying the warm weather. Then a sharp lance of Fear pierced through her heart. Her fell-flames dart around, even as she takes in the bitter-sweet glamour produced. Her fell-flames find the cause of the Fear, a mother, her eyes wide, her body already in motion, trying to catch her son that was fast falling from the jungle gym.

Mhairi kept her eyes on them as the mother hoisted up her son, A relieved smile blossoms upon Mhairi's face as she watches, her heart returning to it's normal rhythms. She hadn't expected to find a Fear that sharp during her lazy day, whining over the heat.

The relieved voice of the mother is carried by the wind. The child was fine, a little dazed and a bit scratched up from the fall, but fine. Hell he'd jumped from his mother's arms to race to the top again.

With a crooked smile still upon her lips, she decided to lay back on the grass, only this time, Mhairi rolled over onto her stomach, so she'd have a better view watching those who'd enjoyed the the growing Summer heat.

(And the fond exasperation of a mother to a rambunctious son.)