Wellspring Arms & Meditation Centre, Wednesday
So.
So today Ino had given up on not thinking about what she hadn't been thinking about and was curled up in Cable-san's chair with a sheet of paper in front of her.
She was going to write on it! She had to, really.
But staring at it like it was a viper seemed far easier.
(Probably because it was.)
With a sigh, Ino began to write. She knew she'd have to rewrite it, because this draft wasn't going to make a whole lot of sense, but at this point Ino figured that anything written was better than nothing.
Wellspring Arms is Open.
So today Ino had given up on not thinking about what she hadn't been thinking about and was curled up in Cable-san's chair with a sheet of paper in front of her.
She was going to write on it! She had to, really.
But staring at it like it was a viper seemed far easier.
(Probably because it was.)
With a sigh, Ino began to write. She knew she'd have to rewrite it, because this draft wasn't going to make a whole lot of sense, but at this point Ino figured that anything written was better than nothing.
Wellspring Arms is Open.