As she strolled leisurely through the park, she allows for her thoughts to wander to anywhere, although she also does her best to keep her awareness to those around her - and sometimes, she succeeds. Just sometimes, though. Fate seem to have a rather curious sense of humor when it came to the honey-blonde and her knack for getting a touch too caught up within her own curiosities and sometimes-silly little ponderings that had absolutely nothing to do with where she was or even what the young woman was doing. It seems to have become but one of her many talents since her and Lazarus had moved from their hometown only to happen across Sacrosanct through nothing more than sheer chance. Usually, all that was needed would be a single thought or thing, however big or small, and for every place within the parameters of this unspoken subject - or spoken if she were so lucky as to have a companion - the huntress always ended up somehow talking or thinking about something so wildly far from the original thought. A wonderful example would be when her glacier gaze falls upon a couple sitting there upon a blanket with a whicker basket between them. How happy the both looked as they began to rummage through the contents, pulling from it various things like potato salad, a couple cans of what was likely soda or perhaps juice, and lastly some fried chicken that even from the path over which Ellie walked, her keen senses delighted in the rich aroma of the food the two smiling strangers would be sharing amongst one another. Had she not eaten breakfast a little while ago before leaving the comforts of her townhouse in Hawthorne Village, the delicious smell of food would have easily sent her stomach in to a rumbling mess just begging to have a taste. Thankfully though, she'd been wise enough to eat before deciding to partake in summertime merriments. With a gentle smile dancing upon her lips, Ellie watched them for a moment as they serve themselves, the light in their eyes and the easy, lighthearted laughter exchanged between them reminiscent of something the young woman has always wanted for herself. It was a beautiful, picture perfect moment where two people could forget about the rest of the world and those in it, happily staying in some place only the two of them could see. She remembers having hoped that maybe her and Ludo could have shared such a moment.

Though they didn't know too terribly much about one another, the honey-blonde was undeniably fond of the Italian man. His smile was so big and so charming, so warm and welcoming that it reminded her of a place that felt worlds away. I bet he would have loved to do something like that. He seemed like he would, the man having spoken briefly of his hometown in Italy and the huntress instantly finding herself enthralled by him. And his smile. Goodness gracious, she loved his smile... She decides then that whenever she sees Ludo again, it would be the very first thing she asked him. Surely he would love to go on a picnic with her? She knows that she would. And in that very moment, for reasons that even she couldn't quite explain... she glances to the plaid blanket and wonders how soft it is. Was it handmade or store-bought? She didn't really have a picnic blanket, and it seemed like the perfect size. It was almost too tempting to meander over to the couple now happily nibbling on their lunch just to ask about that blanket, but she decides against it, certainly not wanting to ruin their picnic. I'm sure I can always make one. Hers would be more of a quilt style probably. With little woodland critters all over it. She loved animals, after all, perhaps her favorite being the timid and yet ever-graceful and stunning deer. There was just something about them which seemed so wild and elegant at the same time. She considered them to be such gentle and quiet beings, the very spirit of the forests they called home... The next thing she knows, the young woman is wondering of whether or not she might get the opportunity to go hiking or camping this summer as she walks contentedly over the well-traveled path, having been unable to indulge herself with such a trip since before her parents had been killed. It was a perfect instance of just how it was that it would only take one small thing to spark to life a thought which would shift and change until she would end up stopping and asking herself how she went from wondering about the blanket the couple sat on for their picnic to thinking fondly of deer and ending with her contemplating when her chance to go camping again might be. It was far too easy for the huntress to allow such things most would only spend a single moment on to evolve into something she could surely go home and think about for hours. But, from what her sweet friend Lani has always told Ellie, it was what made the honey-blonde so warm and endearing.

Sighing in a way that was both wistful and content, the young woman does not stop in her slow and steady forward strides, a warm and soft summer breeze brushing against her face and toying gently with stray strands of her hair. It was just perfect today! The sun, the laughter that seemed to resonate from every place in Hyde Park, everyone just seemed so at ease that it only filled her heart and soul that much more with a gratefulness that she could just be a part of it. Even if she was just some stranger walking down the trail, offering a soft smile to those that moved past her. And then, she hears it... Turning those eyes of early morning frost towards a lone bench on the side of the path, the huntress can see a man sitting there with an acoustic guitar skillfully held in his embrace. He strums at those strings, playing a song that Ellie does not know and yet she can't help hit revel in the slow and relaxed tune the instrument makes, giving an ambiance to the afternoon that suddenly has the young woman wanting to just sit there beside this total stranger and watch as he plays, listening to the sweet serenades that he gifted the park-goers with. Some would pause to listen, studying the man with curly milk chocolate locks and bright emerald green eyes. He would look up to his ever-changing audience and offer a kind smile, nodding a wordless thanks to them as they would either simply walk on or move to place a little money into the empty cage sitting there beside the bench. Ellie hasn't even realized that she's stopped in her steps as well, and immediately she reached a hand into the front pocket of her white jean capris, slender fingers reached around for her small wallet. She had a few dollars, and he was certainly well-practiced in playing that wonderful instrument, so why not? Fishing the small leather item out of her pocket and swiftly removing a five from its contents before returning it to the safety of its original resting place, she moves over to the man and leans over to place the cash in the guitar case while beaming a radiant smile at him."You play that guitar wonderfully", she says warmly when he meets her gaze and returns her friendly smile with a thankful grin of his own."Thank you, miss. I'm glad you enjoy it", he replies kindly, a rarity for the young woman to experience here within Sacrosanct. She gives him one last smile before continuing on her way down the path, not wanting to linger and distract him from strumming the strings of that amazing instrument though it would have also been terribly easy for her to sit there beside him and listen for hours.

The beautiful sound of the guitar fades the further away she walks, hands shoved into her pockets as she continues to enjoy the sights and afternoon sunshine, once again lost within her ever-wandering thoughts. So enraptured in the delighted squeals of children playing tag not far the trail, the girls chasing one another around the tree Ellie often liked to sit under and reach a book, the huntress fails to notice the black canine that runs past her in pursuit of the small woodland creature which is quick to dart up one of the many trees in the park. The barking is what pulls her attention to away from the children as she notices the dog leaping up against the bark as if he thought he might be able to jump high enough to catch the squirrel. It was then that she noticed a torn piece of leather hanging from his collar, glacier blue eyes glittering with concern as she wonders where his owner was, though it seems she lingers there for a moment too long and perhaps not quite as to one side of the path as she thought she'd been. Suddenly, the impact of another individual has Ellie stumbling, the dark-haired woman ushering a fleeting apology as the huntress catches herself before tripping over her own feet and ending up on the ground. Blinking away the sheer shock and surprise at the sudden disruption, she turns to watch the woman walk in the direction that Ellie had come. Only now does she look to see the broken leash dangling in one of her hands, frustration falling freely from the unfamiliar face in waves as she muttered and cursed. Ellie turns to watch the woman for a moment as she seems to scan the park for the dog who'd likely broken the leather tie. When she looks to where the canine had been and seeing only the tree he had been practically attempting to climb or knock down to no avail, the honey-blonde takes a few steps toward the other woman."Would you like some help capturing him, miss?", she asks kindly, a soft smile upon her lips as she regards the woman as though she hadn't almost been bulldozed over on this beautiful summer day, the incident very nearly forgotten by the huntress."I wouldn't mind lending a hand", she adds brightly, glacier blues meeting stunning violet. Immediately, the young woman thinks of her friend, Frost. This was the second individual she's come across to have such eyes, and it almost has Ellie bombarding the woman with questions on if she might be related to the man with white hair or not, but she keeps them silent as she waits to see if perhaps the stranger would accept her offer of assistance in wrangling the wily dog that managed to break loose of his leash.