Post by ❥ kimmy on Aug 2, 2012 14:23:19 GMT -8
The blonde inhaled deeply trying to figure out what exactly made the air in Dandelion District so…odd. She couldn’t quite understand the different between the air in Ivy Point and the air back home. It wasn’t just the district. It seemed that everywhere she went the air was well, felt like air. Back home it was always too hot and humid. Here, it was just perfect. Her hair didn’t suffer as much either which was a big plus. Sasha grinned to herself happy for a day off. Not that she didn’t enjoy going to work every morning, but a little time to herself was nice. After all, that had been why she’d left home. But anyway, the florist had wanted time to explore a little of Ivy Point every once in a while. Though it wasn’t too tropical and the plant life was rather common she didn’t mind trekking through every district by herself.
On the warm Friday afternoon the young woman had decided to set out a small blanket in the middle of a bright yellow field of dandelions. It hadn’t been too hard to locate one and because of her wild hair she blended in perfectly. Sasha plucked one of the many dandelions that surrounded her and blew softly watching the breeze carry the pieces off. The blonde gently tilted her hate to shade her eyes as she watched the little pieces float away. This place was just perfect. She hadn’t felt this relaxed since her last visit to a day spa. The move to such a quiet place had been a good choice. The only bother today was trying to anagram her name. Recently, Sasha had gotten herself a wax seal kit off the internet and her package had arrived yesterday. It had gotten into her head that she would write these lovely parchment letters with wonderfully complicated seals on the back that she could design just for herself. But first she would have to get into the knack of actually writing.
The only problem was who would she write to? And why? She didn’t have anything to share and now that writing letters was so old fashioned there was no guarantee anyone would write back. With a small huff she began to think of other ways she could use her wax seal kit. There would be no point in having an anagrammed name unless she used it. In defeat the woman lay down, squinting at the clear sky. There weren’t even a few puffs of cloud to bother studying. Hmph. She supposed she’d have to save her kit for a holiday of some sort. “Maybe I shouldn’t have bought the thing in the first place. It’s did cost a lot for three seals and a pair of wax sticks.” The woman muttered to herself sleepily. Quietly, the woman curled up ready for sleep to take her.
ooc: derp rambly post is rambly. sorry. xD
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