Blissfully unaware of her surroundings, Andrea sat propped up against a tree near the lake, bent over a piece of parchment and a potions book to lean on, writing a letter home to her older sister. As well as growing closer over the Christmas holidays, Andrea was searching for an antique necklace for Ellis for her upcoming birthday and knowing that this was Sasha's area of expertise, she had decided to reach out to her.
It was a lukewarm April morning, the sun was watery where it broke through the clouds and the canopy of the trees, and Andrea found herself shivering slightly into her robes. Placing her quill down for just a second, she pulled a scarf from her bag and wrapped it around her neck tightly, before resuming her writing.
It was a lukewarm April morning, the sun was watery where it broke through the clouds and the canopy of the trees, and Andrea found herself shivering slightly into her robes. Placing her quill down for just a second, she pulled a scarf from her bag and wrapped it around her neck tightly, before resuming her writing.