Sep 18, 2006 11:15
She didn't know what she wanted to do first, scream or cry. She settled for magically turning a pillow inside out with a small, satisfying poof of feathers floating everywhere in the air. She stood there, watching the feathers rain down all over the bedroom, arms crossed, then flumps onto the edge of the bed.
After a moment, she sighs and looks down, pulling her legs up into a lotus. Her thoughts wander all over the board as she picks idly at the nubs of one of the blankets.
zatanna,
john constantine