Friendship Is The Best Gift

Thread in 'Ramathian Scrolls' started by kutz, Feb 1, 2008.

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  1. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
    <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Mia 29, 81382. Afternoon</td></tr></table>

    Not many students would be out in the courtyard in the cold for long. Many had retreated in to their dorms, or went for class, or had travelled a short distance to the Panic Room. By now, the snow covered grounds of Janardan Courtyard was lonesome- save for a small pendragon sitted on one of it's benches in the corner.


    She was not very noticeable, as her snowy white fur had camouflauged her with the falling snow. Only when she shifted a certain angle, did her silver lining on her body allow people to see that something was infact, there on the courtyard. The small thill had come here in the morning, when it was less cold, with a thick book in her hands and had sat down, disappearing into a world of fiction. As the day grew older, it grew colder, yet the thill had not noticed. For so engrossed were she in the book. Students had either missed her or were too busy with their own schedule to acknowledge that a certain being sat, not budging, from her precious spot.


    It was a while after the last student had left did she come up from wonderland to breathe for air. The opened book lay in her hands, which lay on her lap. Her blue-ish eyes trailed the falling snow. The coldness were beginning to seep through her fur, but she did not mind. She enjoyed the cold. Then a thought came to her. It was the 29th. It was infact, her birthday. Here she was, sitting alone in the courtyard, celebrating her birthday alone... again. The timid white maw let out a small sigh, a soft one. She was used to it- being alone. Ah but, she thought again, she was not completely alone. She had this book which gave her an escape to the outside world. A companion who would not leave her unless she wanted it to be put back on the rack.


    Shifting on her seat for a more comfortable position, her silver line of fur reflecting the light of the sun, she lifted the book to her eyes again and continued her fictional journey.
     
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