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Closing hours. The quietest and darkest time of day, with empty streets, passed the Azure and the quiet redhead still lingering in the building despite telling employees and family she would be home before closing. Little did they know that she would be the one to close, wandering about the Azure in these late nights quite often. Not the safest for a young, weak, and high titled woman hanging about in quiet and dark streets at this hour. But it wasn't like she cared anyhow,
On these nights she'd usually sit on the counter after cleaning up, and doodle about in her messy and paint splattered journal she often carried places. But tonight was different, for some odd reason her joyous attitude had since washed away from her features. It wasn't often that she had such a pit in her stomach, and she wasn't exactly sure why.
Thoughts spinning through her head as she sat her now empty cup of tea beside her with an elongated sigh through her frowned expression. She slid onto the top of the counter to place her back along the inner wall that connected to the counter to the rest of the building. She glanced to her let open satchel at her messy, torn, and absolutely covered in ink and paint journal.
'It couldn't hurt to at least try to doodle'. she thought to herself, quietly picking it up from the leather bag it rested in. Flipping through a few pages until reaching a blank one that had a bit of ink dribble in the corner of its parchment. She'd stare at the page for a few moments without even attempting in creating any sort of image or writing on its pages.
She felt her heart warm despite her cold body, a small smile cracking onto her freckled face as she watched the first snowfall of the winter. Dazed by every snowflake falling in slow motion, her bright green irises seemed to sparkles some in the moonlight in awe over the snow falling.
Her attention was drawn elsewhere, she missed the soft golden glow of the hallo that paired with a certain Hallowblood. First feeling a warm blanket being slumped over her shoulders, the young woman lifting her head up with a confused glance. Surprised to see the face of a friend when she looked up, feeling that sadness wash away from her chest and replaced with a warm and fuzzy feeling. Her usual smile returning to her features as she wrapped her arms around the smiling figure, whispering quietly.
"Is..Is it too late for a lesson ?"
OOC TAGS
Family members/Other
@Suicidium @_Owlet @SnugglyKittens @Anakyrivo @AtticCat @SnugglyKittens @JoyShake @ZiggyStarDusted
This story is so much shorter than my other ones..
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