Nathalie Blanchard
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- Rosewood Wand 14 1/4 Essence of Hair from the mane of a Unicorn
It was 6 AM of a murky October day. The year was 2027. First thought that occurred to Nathalie as she woke up was that she should go back to sleep, but she was feeling too undeniably hungry to do so. And so she emerged groggily from bed. She freshened up, showered, and threw on an outfit.
She stood in front of the mirror, sweeping her long pale hair over her shoulder as she checked her reflection. She was wearing a pink sundress that came to her knees and white leggings, ready for the long day ahead of her.
There was a cafe just around the corner from where she stays and it is also known to open quite early. Sitting in the cozy corner of the quiet cafe, Nathalie sip her cup of tea before settling into her book; being a 5th year student, her life has been so hectic that she could feel her body is not responding to what her heart desires anymore.
But to be able to enjoy moments like these; with the raindrops pattering onto the busy path outside the cafe, Nathalie is very grateful, save for the affection stares from some people that she didn't have a clue about in the cafe.
but she has a lovely face
god in his mercy lend her grace
The pages, covered in spider-like scrawl, fluttered under her tentative fingers. They were old and yellowed and fragile. It felt like she was holding an entire world in her hands, a world of words and endless possibilities.
The pour of rain outside fell from the dark morning sky. Droplets of water pounded into the worn and cracked pavement. Dry caked earth was quickly being turned into runny mud, as water pooled up on the surface of the Earth.
She stood in front of the mirror, sweeping her long pale hair over her shoulder as she checked her reflection. She was wearing a pink sundress that came to her knees and white leggings, ready for the long day ahead of her.
There was a cafe just around the corner from where she stays and it is also known to open quite early. Sitting in the cozy corner of the quiet cafe, Nathalie sip her cup of tea before settling into her book; being a 5th year student, her life has been so hectic that she could feel her body is not responding to what her heart desires anymore.
But to be able to enjoy moments like these; with the raindrops pattering onto the busy path outside the cafe, Nathalie is very grateful, save for the affection stares from some people that she didn't have a clue about in the cafe.
but she has a lovely face
god in his mercy lend her grace
The pages, covered in spider-like scrawl, fluttered under her tentative fingers. They were old and yellowed and fragile. It felt like she was holding an entire world in her hands, a world of words and endless possibilities.
The pour of rain outside fell from the dark morning sky. Droplets of water pounded into the worn and cracked pavement. Dry caked earth was quickly being turned into runny mud, as water pooled up on the surface of the Earth.