[She had been composing nothing in particular. Idle thoughts, really. Those made the best poetry. Voile could sit beneath the sky for hours and simply note the colour of a flower, a breeze, a cloud's shape, and so on. Eventually when one pieced everything together, writing what you knew could result in something rather beautiful.
At least in her opinion.
Her head lifted when she was addressed and she considered moving, yet remained in her awkward position.]
Oh... Am I... [She looked around.] Am I in your spot?
NOPE GONNA TAG YOU. THERE IS NO ESCAPE.
At least in her opinion.
Her head lifted when she was addressed and she considered moving, yet remained in her awkward position.]
Oh... Am I... [She looked around.] Am I in your spot?