- Messages
- 501
- OOC First Name
- Clairey
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Straight 13 1/2 Inch Whippy Walnut Wand with Augurey Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 04/2047 (15)
Rion wished she could spend every Christmas holiday in New Zealand. Playing in the snow was fun, but the novelty soon wore off once your gloves were soaked through and you couldn't move your fingers. It didn't snow as much in the south of England as the postcards led people to believe, anyway. The best you could hope for in December was a bit of sleet, which was exciting for a few minutes and then made everyone feel gloomy. Sunshine, on the other hand, improved any celebration ten-fold. Well, that and ice-cream. But ice-cream and hot weather went hand-in-hand, which made a summer Christmas all the more wonderful.
Rion carried her blanket to a nice patch of grass and spread it out. She could still see her family, but they were far enough away that she felt, if only temporarily, like a grown-up. Some real adults were setting up a barbecue nearby, and every now and then a golden retriever puppy bounded over and tried its best to look neglected. Rion tried to catch the puppy's attention, but it was far more interested in sausages than head pats, so after a while she opened her bag and took out her new glittery nail-varnish set. She'd never been very good at applying nail varnish herself. Her right hand could control the brush well enough, but her left shook and refused to cooperate with her brain. Still, she could only get better at it, she reasoned, and with this fearless optimism she began to paint her nails - and knuckles, and fingertips - blood red.
Rion carried her blanket to a nice patch of grass and spread it out. She could still see her family, but they were far enough away that she felt, if only temporarily, like a grown-up. Some real adults were setting up a barbecue nearby, and every now and then a golden retriever puppy bounded over and tried its best to look neglected. Rion tried to catch the puppy's attention, but it was far more interested in sausages than head pats, so after a while she opened her bag and took out her new glittery nail-varnish set. She'd never been very good at applying nail varnish herself. Her right hand could control the brush well enough, but her left shook and refused to cooperate with her brain. Still, she could only get better at it, she reasoned, and with this fearless optimism she began to paint her nails - and knuckles, and fingertips - blood red.