- Messages
- 310
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Interested in Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Demisexual
- Wand
- Yew Wand 14" Essence of Fairy Dust
- Age
- 8/2015
Grace was walking out of the castle, she had finished all her homework and was quite bored, she could not think of better entertainment then to sit by the roses and play her Violin, she knew there she would find peace and maybe play some of her Violin.
When Grace found herself by the roses she smiled, taking in the sweet smell of her second favourite flower, though before she sat down she checked to make sure nothing would get on her nice white dress, It may be silly to wear a white dress outside but to Grace white is such a pure colour, and roses are such pure flowers and Violins are such pure instruments, that is why she decided to wear white, the pureness of the scene made her extra happy.
After some time Grace realised she had fallen asleep, shaking her head softly she opened up her Violin case and carefully removed the Violin within then started playing, nothing in particular she just playing the note from the scene around her, when she played the Violin all her worries disappeared and her eyes truly opened, now she could see that there were butterflies around too, Butterflies were Graces favourite bug, they also helped her mood.
Grace was thinking about a little poem she was told by her Nanny long ago when she was sad about not being about to go to the main land, she had told her that she were her butterfly and she gave her a little white flower though now Grace could not remember what type of flower it was. "Just living is not enough, said the little butterfly, one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower." Grace said softly, smiling Grace set back to playing the Violin, this time it was a more happy song.
When Grace found herself by the roses she smiled, taking in the sweet smell of her second favourite flower, though before she sat down she checked to make sure nothing would get on her nice white dress, It may be silly to wear a white dress outside but to Grace white is such a pure colour, and roses are such pure flowers and Violins are such pure instruments, that is why she decided to wear white, the pureness of the scene made her extra happy.
After some time Grace realised she had fallen asleep, shaking her head softly she opened up her Violin case and carefully removed the Violin within then started playing, nothing in particular she just playing the note from the scene around her, when she played the Violin all her worries disappeared and her eyes truly opened, now she could see that there were butterflies around too, Butterflies were Graces favourite bug, they also helped her mood.
Grace was thinking about a little poem she was told by her Nanny long ago when she was sad about not being about to go to the main land, she had told her that she were her butterfly and she gave her a little white flower though now Grace could not remember what type of flower it was. "Just living is not enough, said the little butterfly, one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower." Grace said softly, smiling Grace set back to playing the Violin, this time it was a more happy song.