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skymuffins2011-07-31 09:51 pm
silentsorrow) wrote in skymuffins2011-07-31 09:51 pm
[Sept. 7/11] The Gardens, Afternoon
It was not strictly the gardens that she had secreted herself away in. There were nooks and crannies all over the school grounds, filled with benches and trees and flowering bushes and vines. It was one of these, tucked around the very edge of the gardens proper and thus usually overlooked, that Sarah had claimed as her own years ago.
The nook was cold from the presence of spirits for all that none were visible at the moment. A statue of some ancient mage, in flowing robes, stood over her with his hands upraised. His pedestal made an excellent support for her back as she leaned against it and the grass was still soft and green—autumn had not yet touched it. Sarah toyed with the grass, unbothered by the chill of ghosts, and raised her face to the sun. Her lunch had been eaten and she had the afternoon free to do as she wished.
What she wished was to be exactly where she was, alone and forgotten by all but the dead.
The nook was cold from the presence of spirits for all that none were visible at the moment. A statue of some ancient mage, in flowing robes, stood over her with his hands upraised. His pedestal made an excellent support for her back as she leaned against it and the grass was still soft and green—autumn had not yet touched it. Sarah toyed with the grass, unbothered by the chill of ghosts, and raised her face to the sun. Her lunch had been eaten and she had the afternoon free to do as she wished.
What she wished was to be exactly where she was, alone and forgotten by all but the dead.