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- OOC First Name
- Cole
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- Ash Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Hair from the Tail of a Male Unicorn
- Age
- 6/2016
Note: this is set BEFORE Angela got into any trouble
Angela walked through the grounds, not really going anywhere in particular. it was a beautiful, but chilly day out, and she wished she had worn another shirt. She hadn't really ever been out in cold weather, since back home she stayed inside all the time; so she didn't know what 'dress appropriately' meant. So instead of bundling up like most people would, she only wore a brown dress and brown boots. She was glad she had decided against open-toed shoes at least.
As she walked through the lawn, she saw something that caught her attention. She made her way through the grass, over to possibly the most beautiful thing she had ever seen; a rosebush. She had seen roses before, but this was different, these were more vivid, more real. She delicately leaned down and sniffed one, careful not to touch the scarlet petals. It would be dying soon, and she knew it. The wind rustled through the leaves, and her hair, causing her to shiver a bit. She probably wouldn't be so cold if she had someone there to converse with. Someone to take her mind off the wind...
Angela walked through the grounds, not really going anywhere in particular. it was a beautiful, but chilly day out, and she wished she had worn another shirt. She hadn't really ever been out in cold weather, since back home she stayed inside all the time; so she didn't know what 'dress appropriately' meant. So instead of bundling up like most people would, she only wore a brown dress and brown boots. She was glad she had decided against open-toed shoes at least.
As she walked through the lawn, she saw something that caught her attention. She made her way through the grass, over to possibly the most beautiful thing she had ever seen; a rosebush. She had seen roses before, but this was different, these were more vivid, more real. She delicately leaned down and sniffed one, careful not to touch the scarlet petals. It would be dying soon, and she knew it. The wind rustled through the leaves, and her hair, causing her to shiver a bit. She probably wouldn't be so cold if she had someone there to converse with. Someone to take her mind off the wind...