- Messages
- 17
- Wand
- 10", Myrtle and Unicorn Tail Hair
Genevieve wandered the crowded streets of Obsidian Harbour, looking for something interesting to do. She was bored and somewhat nervous; Gen had come to New Zealand to meet her long-lost twin sister, and they hadn't met yet. The tension was setting her on edge, and making her even more outgoing than usual. If possible. That was how this nineteen-year-old coped with stress, by running away from it, immersing herself ever more in her usual activities. And now, with the meeting so close . . .
Genevieve looked up. It was a beautiful blue-sky day, if a little cold, a perfect day to be out and about. She was still walking, so she quite predictably bumped into someone. Gen stepped back, laughing in surprise. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! That was unbelievably clumsy of me." The person she had walked into was a young woman, about the same age, Genevieve thought. She grinned apologetically.
Genevieve looked up. It was a beautiful blue-sky day, if a little cold, a perfect day to be out and about. She was still walking, so she quite predictably bumped into someone. Gen stepped back, laughing in surprise. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! That was unbelievably clumsy of me." The person she had walked into was a young woman, about the same age, Genevieve thought. She grinned apologetically.