- Messages
- 120
- OOC First Name
- Beth
- Wand
- Alder Wood, 14 ¼" Essence of Basilisk Skin
The sun rose in a sleepy fashion, burning brighter than usual. There was no rain, fortunately, and it looked to be a lovely day; birds were singing on their perches in the trees, aeroplanes flew through the seamless blue sky, faint trails left behind them. The streets of the towns and cities were bustling with life as many went to work, went shopping, or went to the park. It was in one of these lovely parks, a hedge outlining the property, the odd tree dotted about the place, shadowing tinted benches, that a young man lounged beneath a tree.
It was him.
Alex was back in the same land that he had last seen Liberty, but he was not too near the school grounds: The two had arranged to meet a short way from the little village that students were allowed to visit during their weekends. Liberty hadn't been given permission to roam a little further. No, it was Alex leading her astray, but he had promised her that no harm would come of it. And so it was that this scruffy Scottish punk relaxed beneath a slender tree, turning a penknife between his hands. It was such a small and discreet blade, that no-one would have noticed.
It was him.
Alex was back in the same land that he had last seen Liberty, but he was not too near the school grounds: The two had arranged to meet a short way from the little village that students were allowed to visit during their weekends. Liberty hadn't been given permission to roam a little further. No, it was Alex leading her astray, but he had promised her that no harm would come of it. And so it was that this scruffy Scottish punk relaxed beneath a slender tree, turning a penknife between his hands. It was such a small and discreet blade, that no-one would have noticed.