[ They let out a small breath, leaning back against the tree behind them, turning the pencil tool in their hand over a few times. After a moment of being bored, they lifted the tool, scribbling a rock into their notebook, catching the small object as it fell, winding back before chucking it as far as they could, just watching it fly. ]

[ Shifting, they settled down to be more comfortable, just enjoying the weather. ]