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Syd 
A sudden yell got Dallin's attention, and he turned sharply away from staring at a swimming duck to see Ellie running at him. Or running at the ducks, probably. Since she had yelled 'ducks.' Not to mention she was hardly ever that excited to see him. 
Folding his arms, Dallin watched her for a moment before deciding to make his presence known. So, fighting back an amused smirk, he wandered around the edge of the pond in Ellie's direction. When he was a few yards away from her, he spoke up. "So, you see the ducks but you don't see me?" His intention was to sound offended... but his tone was more amused. There was a reasonable explanation for that, he was sure. The ducks had been making more noise than Dallin had... they were more noticeable. Yep. The duckies were so cuuute and feathery and goshjustlookatthem!. Ellie was flailing internally. She already looked like a goofball standing over the ducks and cooing at them. That wasn't really normal. Ellie just didn't see ducks all that much, so whatever.
As she watched a duck walk in front of her, Ellie held as still as possible, slowly reaching her hand out towards the duck.
"Come here, my feathery friend..." She said quietly.
And then out of NOWHERE appeared some bloke with heavy feet. Mr. Ellie-and-Duck-bonding-time-RUINER. As soon as he spoke, the duck quacked and flew away, startled by boy's sudden approach. Ellie snapped back up in a standing position, her mouth agape.
"What was that for?!" She asked in a loud, accusing voice. And that's when she realized.
"Oh. Hey, Dallin." Ellie said casually, regaining her composure. Then she started picking chunks off of her sandwich and tossing it into the pond for the ducks to eat. Hehe.