17 [Voice/Action]
[Freyja is sitting outside on the porch tonight, wrapped in a blanket to keep warm and enjoying the way the moonlight on the snow covered ground and trees shines. It really was quite pretty, especially for someplace like Luceti.]
It’s beautiful out tonight. Does snow always make places look like this? I’ve only ever see it at a distance before.
[And she’ll continue to sit outside, journal open next to her, until it gets too cold to stay out or her mother calls her.]
[And replies will be coming from asadwish !]
It’s beautiful out tonight. Does snow always make places look like this? I’ve only ever see it at a distance before.
[And she’ll continue to sit outside, journal open next to her, until it gets too cold to stay out or her mother calls her.]
[And replies will be coming from asadwish !]