Dylan made his way down to the lake, skipping as he went, his long hair flying behind him and his shoulder bag bumping against him. Yes, he was skipping. Because he was in a very good mood, and being outside by the lake made him in an even MORE good mood. The lake was his favorite place, and today, he was going to climb that one beech tree that he always thought was cool.

Once he reached the tree, he glanced up at it before leaping up and grabbing the nearest branch. He hoisted himself up onto it, and climbed a bit higher until he found a good place to perch. He wasn't too far from the ground, but it was a bit of a ways. Smiling, he pulled out his sketchpad from his shoulder bag and a quill and began drawing the view of the lake from where he sat.