Cosette Mayfair
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Sometimes the Rosebush were the perfect place to read. It was usually deserted, and one would think that there was something wrong with it, yet, it seemed like the perfect picture. The flowers swaying in the wind, the blades of grass dancing. Magic, not the artificial kind, like warlocks and wizards and witches, no. It was nature's magic. Who knew nature was so wonderful at times? The Rosebush, are just one of the many examples. The mix of colours, the perfect setting for one of Cosette's stories.As she felt the nature with her, the puff auburn hair brightened into a fiery reddish color. It was another wonders of the girls gift, she curled her hair running through her finger tips. She loved to sketch, write and read, inventing worlds and reading the imagination of those others. One of the Mayfair's fantasies.
Cosette was different to her siblings. They loved fame, it was only Armand who liked reading, but he was too proud to talk to Cosette about it. There was a difference between Doctor Who and The City Of Fallen Angels. Cosette held tightly onto her black leather book, which she kept her novel in, and her favorite book, and of course, a quill. Cosette sat down on the nearest bench, in the middle of a patch of tulips, her mothers favorite flowers, while, the puff preferred forget-me-nots. The girl crossed her legs and placed her book in her lap, her elbow resting on her knee, while her hand held her cheek to keep her face up. This day was different, as she didn't brought her flute with her. Perhaps there were more things to do today, other than play her instrument.
Clary sighed as Jace frowned. The words swarmed around Cosette as she read, page by page, in a little fantasy world of her own. Who knew? Maybe they were real people.
Cosette was different to her siblings. They loved fame, it was only Armand who liked reading, but he was too proud to talk to Cosette about it. There was a difference between Doctor Who and The City Of Fallen Angels. Cosette held tightly onto her black leather book, which she kept her novel in, and her favorite book, and of course, a quill. Cosette sat down on the nearest bench, in the middle of a patch of tulips, her mothers favorite flowers, while, the puff preferred forget-me-nots. The girl crossed her legs and placed her book in her lap, her elbow resting on her knee, while her hand held her cheek to keep her face up. This day was different, as she didn't brought her flute with her. Perhaps there were more things to do today, other than play her instrument.
Clary sighed as Jace frowned. The words swarmed around Cosette as she read, page by page, in a little fantasy world of her own. Who knew? Maybe they were real people.