Fandom High Dormitories

There was a large plastic box sitting on the grass, filled with sand. In it, rolling and bouncing and digging with every sign of absolute glee, was a chinchilla named Esther.

Karal was sitting cross-legged, watching in fascination while he drank his coffee. He was feeling rather happy this morning, as he'd checked his email and found a letter from Molly. He might just have it with him. He might, in fact, be picking it up and occasionally rereading it.

Altra was sitting on a nearby bench, looking thoroughly disgusted. Whether at the chinchilla or Karal's dopey smile was anyone's guess.

[ooc: open, of course.]