[ Vanessa has begun to linger near the graveyard after dark when she wants to think, so it's only natural for her to be nearby, passing through the park at her leisure. The statue garden lies ominously ahead (a lure for her, to be honest), but Vanessa's light steps stop short when she hears an unfamiliar voice nearby. One bordering on (past?) frustration.
Curiosity piqued, she lifts her long skirt to step over a decorative rock and around a line of perfectly trimmed hedges. Just beyond, seated on the grass seems to be an individual attempting to craft...something. Even with a sharp eye, Vanessa can't discern it from here, but she can hear his complaint. While she might not normally be eager to hand a stranger a possible weapon to use against her, this is a case where Vanessa's starvation for entertainment will smother that pragmatism. ]
(d) (with a sprinkling of b if you want!)
Curiosity piqued, she lifts her long skirt to step over a decorative rock and around a line of perfectly trimmed hedges. Just beyond, seated on the grass seems to be an individual attempting to craft...something. Even with a sharp eye, Vanessa can't discern it from here, but she can hear his complaint. While she might not normally be eager to hand a stranger a possible weapon to use against her, this is a case where Vanessa's starvation for entertainment will smother that pragmatism. ]
Would a kitchen knife do?