open open open open open!!!!
Weena has tired of snow very quickly: luckily, a warm spring breeze is finally making its way through the countryside surrounding the Mansion, and she is very much absorbed in running around outside, and finding little green pricks of grass or stem coming up through the brown earth. Every time she finds one, she lets out a delighted cry and dances around it, before taking off for the next one.
There is a huge, awkward lump in one of the pockets of her golden dress; she's been keeping her music-box with her. She doesn't, after all, remember where things go from day to day, and if she put it down she'd probably lose it, so she doesn't.
Every now and then, though, she sits down on the ground and tugs it out of her pocket, and opens it up for a few moments. While it's playing, she watches it, entranced entirely, until sitting still becomes too much and she shoves it back in again and starts off after more grass bits.
There is a huge, awkward lump in one of the pockets of her golden dress; she's been keeping her music-box with her. She doesn't, after all, remember where things go from day to day, and if she put it down she'd probably lose it, so she doesn't.
Every now and then, though, she sits down on the ground and tugs it out of her pocket, and opens it up for a few moments. While it's playing, she watches it, entranced entirely, until sitting still becomes too much and she shoves it back in again and starts off after more grass bits.