- Messages
- 581
- Wand
- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
- Age
- 5/2018
As the evening drew closer, Nephy headed towards the place she knew she'd see several friendly faces. She was slightly disappointed not to have found Rohan for a few days, but she had it safe in mind that he wouldn't be avoiding her. In fact, the last time they met, she'd been sure he'd been looking for her. Shrugging this off, she pushed open the extremely heavy door and, holding several books about music, struggled to push her way inside. It looked a little bit of a sight, though had anyone offered to help her she would have refused. She liked to think that she could cope on her own, even if her small build meant that almost every task became a nightmare.
Nephy looked up, spotting several faces she knew and feeling warm at once. There was a fire going at the side of the grand room, and several unoccupied armchairs were dotted around. She picked one not so close to the fireplace that she'd feel the effects of the heat, but close enough that her currently cold toes would feel the warmth when she slipped off her shoes and tucked her legs up to her chest. The armchair swamped her like a big hug, and she placed the books down next to her. Though she had actually lent them out of the library to impress her friend about her knowledge of music, she would never have admitted so. Not without a very embarassing blush, anyway. Nephy wasn't the kind of girl to try and impress boys. She was only eleven. Twelve in a month, she reminded herself, smiling away as she opened the first page of one of her books and found herself completely lost almost straight away.
Nephy looked up, spotting several faces she knew and feeling warm at once. There was a fire going at the side of the grand room, and several unoccupied armchairs were dotted around. She picked one not so close to the fireplace that she'd feel the effects of the heat, but close enough that her currently cold toes would feel the warmth when she slipped off her shoes and tucked her legs up to her chest. The armchair swamped her like a big hug, and she placed the books down next to her. Though she had actually lent them out of the library to impress her friend about her knowledge of music, she would never have admitted so. Not without a very embarassing blush, anyway. Nephy wasn't the kind of girl to try and impress boys. She was only eleven. Twelve in a month, she reminded herself, smiling away as she opened the first page of one of her books and found herself completely lost almost straight away.