[Open] And she would have him, if only he were there.
There is a timid young French girl, dressed in the typical fashion of the Second Empire, sitting in the common room. She found, not a trestle but a canvas and a spare one, and she's working on finishing a shirt in what can only be identified as clear colors of silver, white and gray.
She works with silent dedication, not even singing. Sometimes her eyes look up to the threshold, hoping to see someone, and come back down again to her work.
There are people she hasn't seen in a while, some -- in a very, very long time.
Her mood is melancholy, but Angelique can probably be easily cheered up.
[So, like it says, open post is open.]
She works with silent dedication, not even singing. Sometimes her eyes look up to the threshold, hoping to see someone, and come back down again to her work.
There are people she hasn't seen in a while, some -- in a very, very long time.
Her mood is melancholy, but Angelique can probably be easily cheered up.
[So, like it says, open post is open.]