It's the kind of day Oz has always liked to spend outside--even back before the beginning of everything, when his troubles were confined to his absentee father and the occasional kidnapping. It's cool without being cold, and without a breeze, the sun is free to warm his legs and face.
It's no surprise that he's out back right now, but he's not alone. Gilbird is sitting on the porch, content to be in his vicinity, and even Chicken Duke has deigned to grace the outdoors with his premise for a while. Oz is further out in the yard, crouched down and hands outstretched when Gilbert barges through the door.
In front of him is a steadily growing wall of light, glowing orbs nestling comfortably together to build a shield. It's a good size by now--Oz would have to climb over it properly, rather than just step, if he wanted to. The orbs waver slightly as Oz's concentration breaks, but they hold form as he looks over, brightening up.
"Great job, Gil!" He calls back, craning his neck to see better. He doesn't bother to get up and go over to inspect it, knowing Gilbert's probably going to run to him in 3, 2...
no subject
It's no surprise that he's out back right now, but he's not alone. Gilbird is sitting on the porch, content to be in his vicinity, and even Chicken Duke has deigned to grace the outdoors with his premise for a while. Oz is further out in the yard, crouched down and hands outstretched when Gilbert barges through the door.
In front of him is a steadily growing wall of light, glowing orbs nestling comfortably together to build a shield. It's a good size by now--Oz would have to climb over it properly, rather than just step, if he wanted to. The orbs waver slightly as Oz's concentration breaks, but they hold form as he looks over, brightening up.
"Great job, Gil!" He calls back, craning his neck to see better. He doesn't bother to get up and go over to inspect it, knowing Gilbert's probably going to run to him in 3, 2...