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Talitha was lurking on the outskirts of the city, bored out of her mind. She couldn't think of a reason why, either; Halifax was one of her favourite places to be, but right then the entire world seemed like it existed for no reason at all. Nothing had a purpose. Slouching along, the two-legged halfling kicked at an old water bottle as she walked, watching as it rattled down the street. Not even the weather made her happy. It was getting warmer, and her feet were soaked from stepping in snow that looked solid but turned out to be the complete opposite. She couldn't feel it much. She couldn't feel anything, much.
Circling some old houses that were growing mold on their rooftops, she caught sight of an old park in the middle of a minuature valley. It was surrounded with the fenced-in backyards of the homes that had been built around it. The sandbox was mostly defrosted, and one of the swings on the old swingset still hung there, likely rusted as all hell, but still useable. Distracted by the neon yellow slide and the red and blue see-saw, Tal veered off, abandoning her bottle, and stepped into the sand. Padding forward, she grabbed the chainlinks holding up the swing and sat down, pushing herself forward a little. It would take a while to get some momentum, probably -- this would be easier with two.