Ryn's Office: Second Floor

[ryn_ancilla]

It was late, she hadn't been sleeping well lately. Sighing a little she leaned back in her desk chair and rubbed her eyes. Stacks of papers laid around her, a pencil in her hand that she kept flicking it around the desk to watch it bounce from eraser to end over and over.

((as always locked to George only on the second floor:NWS))