[private]
It's a river, winding through the base of a shallow valley in spring. A cool, green smell hangs in the air. The sky is clear and blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. It could be anywhere reasonably temperate.
Light is watching the river. The setting would be interesting to draw - he's never found this room before - but he's not bothering; instead the book is closed on his lap, with one hand securing it.
He looks a little (depressed, miserable) thoughtful, pulled down into himself on a bench. If someone were to approach across the grass, he likely wouldn't notice.
[[OOC: private to chilichoc.]]
Light is watching the river. The setting would be interesting to draw - he's never found this room before - but he's not bothering; instead the book is closed on his lap, with one hand securing it.
He looks a little (depressed, miserable) thoughtful, pulled down into himself on a bench. If someone were to approach across the grass, he likely wouldn't notice.
[[OOC: private to chilichoc.]]