<font face=tahoma>Character: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=7Schism Sunhawk</a> Setting: Tsupeon Day: 17 Quarter: Tessera (Autumn) Year: 81379 Schism had just gotten back from a visit to the Tribe. She had gone there for her birthday, though she had felt bad for leaving Tesreail behind. He was her boyfriend, but the Tribe was her family. They would have been terribly disappointed if she hadn't come back at least for her birthday. The day, rather, that the Redblacks had found her. In any case, it was highly celebrated and she had probably gained a couple of pounds just eating with them. Pounds that she would easily shed with her regular more reserved eating habits. In any case, it wasn't important, as she had never weighed all that much to begin with. The punk teen sank to her knees and looked around at the scattered rays falling on the ground. Once or twice, her ears twitched, but mostly she just sat there, as if thinking. Her bi-toned eyes twitched to the side, tongue flicking out and running across her lip as she eyed the Jemdrull ball next to her. She had been planning on playing, but there was no one to play with. Everyone was somewhere else. Which was weird. It was a nice day for playing Jemdrull. Pushing herself back onto her palms, the Sunhawk raised one leg up to kick idly at the ball, sending it hurtling toward the bleachers. With a sigh, she reclined back all of the way, lying on her back, wondering what to do now. She could play alone, but that was boring. Maybe she should just do what she was doing: lie there and think.
