The gardens used to be fun but not since the non-hostile take over of the new captains and the subsequent dimming of most of the lights. There's something depressing and oddly spooky about hanging around the gardens in the low light. It makes it feel like something might jump out at you from the shadows.
Like a tall lanky woman and her massive beast of a dog.
The woman is holding a small orb of light in her left hand (her right is in a sling) and keeping it raised far above her head to illuminate as much of the area as possible. "I'm pretty sure it went over here." The dog barks and drops his nose to the grass to sniff around. "Well, it's not my fault." Another bark. "I threw it but you didn't catch it, did you? Sounds like your problem to me."
The dog whines, sniffs around some more, and then turns around to see Spock. He cocks his head and looks curiously at the man standing in the garden. Hawke on the other hand is currently walking backwards, still chatting to the dog, and practically walks into him. She whips around and casts the light on him. Oh Maker, a stranger and not someone like Nathan Drake who would find it perfectly acceptable to converse with your dog in the middle of a dark garden at night. Not that she has much shame about it.
"So. You might not believe it but this isn't the weirdest introduction I've ever made. So let's just get started." The glowing hand is extended. "I'm Hawke. That's Kitty. We're looking for his stick."
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Like a tall lanky woman and her massive beast of a dog.
The woman is holding a small orb of light in her left hand (her right is in a sling) and keeping it raised far above her head to illuminate as much of the area as possible. "I'm pretty sure it went over here." The dog barks and drops his nose to the grass to sniff around. "Well, it's not my fault." Another bark. "I threw it but you didn't catch it, did you? Sounds like your problem to me."
The dog whines, sniffs around some more, and then turns around to see Spock. He cocks his head and looks curiously at the man standing in the garden. Hawke on the other hand is currently walking backwards, still chatting to the dog, and practically walks into him. She whips around and casts the light on him. Oh Maker, a stranger and not someone like Nathan Drake who would find it perfectly acceptable to converse with your dog in the middle of a dark garden at night. Not that she has much shame about it.
"So. You might not believe it but this isn't the weirdest introduction I've ever made. So let's just get started." The glowing hand is extended. "I'm Hawke. That's Kitty. We're looking for his stick."