The Deck, Friday Afternoon
It was a bright enough day and Adora desperately missed the outdoors, so she put together a pot of hot tea and made her way outside to the deck. Settling down on a comfortable chair, she toyed with pen and paper, hoping to be inspired to compose a few letters home.
"Adam deserves to hear some news from me directly, I suppose," she murmured to herself. "But where do I start?" It wasn't likely she'd figure that out for some time, but at least she could enjoy sitting in the sunshine while she considered her options.
So far, all she had was, Dearest Brother. Not much of a start, no.
[Open deck is open! 45 degrees is not that cold.]
"Adam deserves to hear some news from me directly, I suppose," she murmured to herself. "But where do I start?" It wasn't likely she'd figure that out for some time, but at least she could enjoy sitting in the sunshine while she considered her options.
So far, all she had was, Dearest Brother. Not much of a start, no.
[Open deck is open! 45 degrees is not that cold.]