Xiomara Rojas
Medley Owner
- Messages
- 41
- OOC First Name
- Emzies
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- Curved 13" Rigid Poplar Wand with Augurey Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 12/2023
There was a soft glow in the now mostly bare room, the late summer sun was just beginning to set behind the buildings opposite the apartment on the west of side of Paris. Every night for about two hours it filled the room with this very hazy glow, one that streamed through the balcony windows, through the bedroom window on the old Paris apartment. Most days it was a fairly lived in apartment, magical books lay open, a half empty coffee mug on a table, the yet to be properly cleaned away clothes of the night before, but the apartment looked decidedly bare. Xiomara sighed softly to herself, a glass of rose wine in her hand as she leaned on the balcony taking in the sight of the Eiffel tower to her left and the Parisian street below the flat. What a summer it had been, the newly graduated witch couldn't help but mutter, there really wasn't anything like summer in Paris, the atmosphere, the warmth of the sun, the business, just the age of the city. It was busy, constantly bustling, always something to be done, but she was leaving it behind, leaving with her beautiful and constantly energetic partner.
The last year had been filled with so much, Mara had learned so much, she had come leaps and bounds with her french, speaking with still a fairly thick accent but the same excitement that played on her Spanish had really begun to shine in her French too. She had never considered to move away from her parents but she'd moved to Paris and now they were packing up their affairs and moving half way around the world. Xiomara would've minded if she'd been still living in Colombia, her home country held a fondness in her heart that if she hadn't already been on another side of the world she would never have left willingly without her parents. The soft sound of bare feet hitting creaking old wooden floor boards, caused Xiomara to break from her line of thought and glance to her Hilda and a soft pensive smile graced Xiomara's usually excitable expression. She placed her own glass of rose wine down, and with a passing kiss retrieved a glass so that Hilda could drink with her. Silently she poured the wine into the glass and handed it to her.
"Are we making a mistake?" she asked quietly in the accented french, passing the glass to her, letting her hands linger on Hilda's in a moment of intimacy, "Going all the way to New Zealand?" there was an uncertainness in her voice, really at this point they could decide against it, but most things had been set in motion there was no real stopping it. The Colombian woman's gaze shifted from Hilda to the sights of Paris that surrounded them, would they really find the same peace, and haziness of a summers evening in such a place as New Zealand. Really Xiomara had no ties that kept her in France, sure her parents were in France but they had encouraged her to stretch out, but she had really grown to love their little domestic life, she was nervous about just how it could change in the weeks and months to follow in a place she'd never one been before.
The last year had been filled with so much, Mara had learned so much, she had come leaps and bounds with her french, speaking with still a fairly thick accent but the same excitement that played on her Spanish had really begun to shine in her French too. She had never considered to move away from her parents but she'd moved to Paris and now they were packing up their affairs and moving half way around the world. Xiomara would've minded if she'd been still living in Colombia, her home country held a fondness in her heart that if she hadn't already been on another side of the world she would never have left willingly without her parents. The soft sound of bare feet hitting creaking old wooden floor boards, caused Xiomara to break from her line of thought and glance to her Hilda and a soft pensive smile graced Xiomara's usually excitable expression. She placed her own glass of rose wine down, and with a passing kiss retrieved a glass so that Hilda could drink with her. Silently she poured the wine into the glass and handed it to her.
"Are we making a mistake?" she asked quietly in the accented french, passing the glass to her, letting her hands linger on Hilda's in a moment of intimacy, "Going all the way to New Zealand?" there was an uncertainness in her voice, really at this point they could decide against it, but most things had been set in motion there was no real stopping it. The Colombian woman's gaze shifted from Hilda to the sights of Paris that surrounded them, would they really find the same peace, and haziness of a summers evening in such a place as New Zealand. Really Xiomara had no ties that kept her in France, sure her parents were in France but they had encouraged her to stretch out, but she had really grown to love their little domestic life, she was nervous about just how it could change in the weeks and months to follow in a place she'd never one been before.