[anotp: jaenelle] she's a dancer on the glass
Jaenelle loves the outdoors. She always has - it's part of being Witch, and partly just her, that she likes to feel the air and the smell of life around her. Today she is sitting on the porch swing, wearing a light sundress, and swinging slowly back and forth as she looks out at the woods.
Underneath her smile, though, there is a kind of loneliness. For all her apparent joy, there is a loneliness that runs deep. She lost a friend, and while she knows that her loss is nothing compared to Karla's, it still hurts. Even if he's probably gone home, having done what he came to do...
But she has a new friend to think of as well, and her mind has been lingering often on him of late.
Underneath her smile, though, there is a kind of loneliness. For all her apparent joy, there is a loneliness that runs deep. She lost a friend, and while she knows that her loss is nothing compared to Karla's, it still hurts. Even if he's probably gone home, having done what he came to do...
But she has a new friend to think of as well, and her mind has been lingering often on him of late.