[ It's early in the morning when Kaspar finds the van Zieks farm today. Their farms share the forest, and Kaspar has come dressed a shade more appropriately for farmwork than the last time he'd seen the taller man. He'd been at the meeting, wandering off and around at some point (and not delivering the answers he wrote but decided to keep in his room). Kaspar still saw what happened, from a distance. But he's not sure the prisoner would've appreciated his first instinct to pick the hay from his hair.
So it isn't long after that, when Kaspar appears in his familiar white trousers, a few tools added to his belt with his holster and box of bullets. The leather boots are familiar too, but most surprisingly he's traded the rest of his livery for a warm plaid button up, long sleeves shoved up and a few of the front buttons undone. It reveals little, beyond part of his tighter white undershirt. Protection from the sun or modesty, the culprit is a mystery.
He looks up at the still lightening sky, realizing he has no idea what time it is. Kaspar doesn't seem to have shame about getting distracted smiling up at the soft morning light starting to drift through the trees. No, he doesn't miss the bells or the manipulated light. ]
[ the next day-ish after the meeting ]
So it isn't long after that, when Kaspar appears in his familiar white trousers, a few tools added to his belt with his holster and box of bullets. The leather boots are familiar too, but most surprisingly he's traded the rest of his livery for a warm plaid button up, long sleeves shoved up and a few of the front buttons undone. It reveals little, beyond part of his tighter white undershirt. Protection from the sun or modesty, the culprit is a mystery.
He looks up at the still lightening sky, realizing he has no idea what time it is. Kaspar doesn't seem to have shame about getting distracted smiling up at the soft morning light starting to drift through the trees. No, he doesn't miss the bells or the manipulated light. ]