- Messages
- 3,744
- OOC First Name
- Maia
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Engaged
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- 12 and a half inches willow with unicorn hair
- Age
- 5/2015
Sara was huddled in a window on the Seventh Floor, her legs tucked up against her chest as she sat on the wide windowsill, her long, curling hair falling in front of her face, a curtain which seperated her from the rest of the world. She wasn't in this world, not a that moment, she was immersed in a book, her thumb up to her lips, as she pressed her teeth into her fingertip. She became so involved in the story, not wanting to put down the book, not wanting to leave this imaginary land she loved so much. Reading had come second in the past few years, but today she was renewing acquaintances. Resting on her knees, was the book "The Gathering Storm." The twelfth book in the Wheel of Time series, written by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson. Jordan had died before finishing the series, and had left behind notes and his plans for the series, to be continued by Sanderson. It wasn't finished yet, but it was one of her favourite series.
She bit hard into her thumb at a particularly thrilling part of the plot. Aes Sedai, Dark Lords, it was the kind of world she understood, and the kind of world, she had so willingly come to live in. She'd almost finished the book, having sat here all morning. She always saw finishing a book as both a good and bad thing. She enjoyed the reading, the tying together of lose ends in the story, though she always hated closing the book and returning to reality. She reached the last page, and turned to the end page, no realising tat the book was finished. She blinked rapidly, raising her eyes from the page, and slowly closing the cover. A morning well spent. She leaned her head back against the wall, thinking over the finer points of the story, and idly imagining what would happen next. The sun was pouring in the window, reflecting off her skin. She loved the tanned, brown colour of her skin in the Summertime, and watched as a little mmini-rainbow formed on her arm, moving around so that the colour spread further.
She bit hard into her thumb at a particularly thrilling part of the plot. Aes Sedai, Dark Lords, it was the kind of world she understood, and the kind of world, she had so willingly come to live in. She'd almost finished the book, having sat here all morning. She always saw finishing a book as both a good and bad thing. She enjoyed the reading, the tying together of lose ends in the story, though she always hated closing the book and returning to reality. She reached the last page, and turned to the end page, no realising tat the book was finished. She blinked rapidly, raising her eyes from the page, and slowly closing the cover. A morning well spent. She leaned her head back against the wall, thinking over the finer points of the story, and idly imagining what would happen next. The sun was pouring in the window, reflecting off her skin. She loved the tanned, brown colour of her skin in the Summertime, and watched as a little mmini-rainbow formed on her arm, moving around so that the colour spread further.