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Letter in one hand, a cool glass of juice in the other and warm sun shining on her face, Amber padded out into the shade of her tiny back garden. Curling up beneath the gnarled old oak tree close to the back of her house, she wrinkled her nose up at the thought of her 'garden'; putting up a knee high fence to seperate it from the forest at the edges of Passing Shadows didn't really say 'garden' too her, but it was something at least.
Back pressed to the comforting solidity of the oak tree, she eagerly scanned the letter. Most of it was just her mother rambling on about some of their extended family and friends, and Amber grinned to herself at the wry, exasperated tone of her mother's writing. Every so often large, spiky handwriting interjected, usually with some violent stick figure action, and the young woman started giggling as her mother sent scolding asides to her father, who had obviously been reading (and writing) over Maryet's shoulder. Thinking of her parent's familiar squabbling sent a pang of homesickness shooting through her; she missed the warm, comfortable surroundings of their home, never waking up and leaving her room before 10am (cooking made Dionysus 'frisky') and being able to log onto the interent whenever she wanted.
Looking up into the clear blue sky, Amber shook her head at her own foolishness. She'd wanted something different, it's why she'd come here.. and not even a month in and she was already looking for excuses to go running home! Slurping at her glass of orange juice, Amber mentally scolded herself for being a wuss.
"I'm going to do this,"
She murmured, trying to encourage herself not to give up. Feeling a little silly fort alking to herself out loud, she picked the letter up off of the grass with the intention of finishing it, when a flash of far off red made her tense. Narrowing her eyes, she stared at the dusty track that wound through the outer reaches of Passing Shadows, only relaxing when she pinpointed the flash of colour as that of a bird fluttering around on the hedges that lined the dirt path.
"I was just imagining it."
Amber told herself firmly, only to suddenely shriek in horror when she heard an all too familiar voice from behind her.
Letter in one hand, a cool glass of juice in the other and warm sun shining on her face, Amber padded out into the shade of her tiny back garden. Curling up beneath the gnarled old oak tree close to the back of her house, she wrinkled her nose up at the thought of her 'garden'; putting up a knee high fence to seperate it from the forest at the edges of Passing Shadows didn't really say 'garden' too her, but it was something at least.
Back pressed to the comforting solidity of the oak tree, she eagerly scanned the letter. Most of it was just her mother rambling on about some of their extended family and friends, and Amber grinned to herself at the wry, exasperated tone of her mother's writing. Every so often large, spiky handwriting interjected, usually with some violent stick figure action, and the young woman started giggling as her mother sent scolding asides to her father, who had obviously been reading (and writing) over Maryet's shoulder. Thinking of her parent's familiar squabbling sent a pang of homesickness shooting through her; she missed the warm, comfortable surroundings of their home, never waking up and leaving her room before 10am (cooking made Dionysus 'frisky') and being able to log onto the interent whenever she wanted.
Looking up into the clear blue sky, Amber shook her head at her own foolishness. She'd wanted something different, it's why she'd come here.. and not even a month in and she was already looking for excuses to go running home! Slurping at her glass of orange juice, Amber mentally scolded herself for being a wuss.
"I'm going to do this,"
She murmured, trying to encourage herself not to give up. Feeling a little silly fort alking to herself out loud, she picked the letter up off of the grass with the intention of finishing it, when a flash of far off red made her tense. Narrowing her eyes, she stared at the dusty track that wound through the outer reaches of Passing Shadows, only relaxing when she pinpointed the flash of colour as that of a bird fluttering around on the hedges that lined the dirt path.
"I was just imagining it."
Amber told herself firmly, only to suddenely shriek in horror when she heard an all too familiar voice from behind her.