- Messages
- 39
- OOC First Name
- Faye
- Age
- 12/2053
Eris had been dragged to New Zealand yet again, the closer it came to her to go to Hogwarts the more aunt Sofia seemed possessed with the idea to drag her out here. In all honesty Eris didn't see the point in it when there were already so many of the kids that it was far too easy for her to slip away. For all aunt Sofia knew she could be doing petty crimes, she wasn't, but she could have. They were at some little town or village, the brunette was not entirely too sure how to classify the place, and while Sofia was busy with the twins and younger girls Eris had slipped away towards a field. She had her phone in case anyone needed to reach her, though aunt Sofia despised the devices and would much rather pretend to not have one.
There was a soft wind blowing around Eris as she walked on the field, if she was being honest windy days were her favourite. She'd die on the hill that wind was just echoing whispers carrying on from somewhere beyond, if you listened close enough you might even make out what they were trying to tell you. She always listened closely when a gust of wind flew by, but mostly she loved the feel of it in her hair. Only when it was semi gentle though, when it was borderline abusing it wasn't too nice to have it play around with your hair. "Not too long anymore and I'll be somewhat free of aunt Sofia." She mumbled to herself as she continued to walk. For someone with so many kids the woman seemed to hate them, except for baby Helios who was the definition of perfection apparently.
There was a soft wind blowing around Eris as she walked on the field, if she was being honest windy days were her favourite. She'd die on the hill that wind was just echoing whispers carrying on from somewhere beyond, if you listened close enough you might even make out what they were trying to tell you. She always listened closely when a gust of wind flew by, but mostly she loved the feel of it in her hair. Only when it was semi gentle though, when it was borderline abusing it wasn't too nice to have it play around with your hair. "Not too long anymore and I'll be somewhat free of aunt Sofia." She mumbled to herself as she continued to walk. For someone with so many kids the woman seemed to hate them, except for baby Helios who was the definition of perfection apparently.