- Messages
- 24
- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Curved 9 Inch Rigid Ebony Wand with Augurey Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 44
It went without saying that literature brought people together. Whether it be through simple story telling of myths and legends or in record keeping and religious texts, it was nothing less than a complete truth that the written word had played an important role in maintaining and shaping human culture for centuries, and furthermore millennia. That through writing irregardless of whether it was fact or fiction, people could connect and express themselves. Such a realization was no more apparent to Carine than it had been in the last few weeks, as she sought after like minded women in her circle of acquaintances to form a book club. It had been a feat of meticulous organization and comparison of schedules, paired with the difficult decision of which book they should choose to read first and by the following few weeks of time they all needed to finish the book, but finally that Saturday afternoon Carine was preparing her house for her guests, to finally meet with her fellow book club members.
The house was immaculate in its cleanliness for the meeting, Carine naturally enlisting the aid of spells and charms to clear dust from furniture and cobwebs from corners in the ceiling. All that was left was the wine, an expensive bottle of red purchased just for the occasion with accompanying glasses placed on the coffee table, the final piece of the puzzle to leave her formal sitting room a picturesque background for their meeting. Carine couldn't imagine sparing a single detail for her afternoon creating an analysis of literature, couldn't wait as she sat on her chaise lounge in anticipation for her acquaintances to arrive.
The house was immaculate in its cleanliness for the meeting, Carine naturally enlisting the aid of spells and charms to clear dust from furniture and cobwebs from corners in the ceiling. All that was left was the wine, an expensive bottle of red purchased just for the occasion with accompanying glasses placed on the coffee table, the final piece of the puzzle to leave her formal sitting room a picturesque background for their meeting. Carine couldn't imagine sparing a single detail for her afternoon creating an analysis of literature, couldn't wait as she sat on her chaise lounge in anticipation for her acquaintances to arrive.