Maia Purdue
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- Bloodwood Wand 15 1/4 Essence of Phoenix Ash
Maia was in France, she loved the place. The one relation she had, her cousin Louis was attending school here, but she had never visited him, well in a year or so. She walked, her feet warmed under the sun. She loved France, but it brought bitter-sweet memories. Memories of family, family, friends- none of them had believed her. She didn't know where Louis stood on that count, but she remember a sweet little boy, about three years younger than her. She walked down the road, a boy winked at her and she smiled, she loved the French. Almost as good as the Italians. Italian men, even as friends had a way of making you feel good, and the women, were the most loyal, beautiful friends you could have. -How did I get on this topic?- she thought to herself.
She raised her face skyward, and left the sun warm her face. Then in a sudden rush of excitement, she began singing, quietly to herself, and jumped up on the wall that ran knee-height along the road she was walking on. She was beside the sea, and when near the ocean Maia was always happy. She kicked off her shoes and ran down to the ocean, kicking the water singing her one of her favourite songs-Smile, by Uncle Kracker- Then after a few moments she picked her shoes back up and began walking along on the wall once more, she was happy, The happiest she had been in a while, she felt like a child, no problems, innocent -and vulnerable- she added to herself.
She raised her face skyward, and left the sun warm her face. Then in a sudden rush of excitement, she began singing, quietly to herself, and jumped up on the wall that ran knee-height along the road she was walking on. She was beside the sea, and when near the ocean Maia was always happy. She kicked off her shoes and ran down to the ocean, kicking the water singing her one of her favourite songs-Smile, by Uncle Kracker- Then after a few moments she picked her shoes back up and began walking along on the wall once more, she was happy, The happiest she had been in a while, she felt like a child, no problems, innocent -and vulnerable- she added to herself.