Restlessness provokes the unexpected
Devon sat on her back porch swing and mused as she stared out at the thick greenery. The sounds of tiny laughs and protests came to her over the buzzing of the local insect life; the poor things tormented and chased by the passel of pixies flitting through the leaves. The air was heavy and humid and made her glad she'd opted for minimal in the way of clothing today - minimal being her shortest pair of sleep shorts and a camisole top. She pushed on the wooden planks of the porch with her bare feet, setting the swing into a steady rocking motion as she began to sort through the muddle of thoughts in her mind.
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(OOC - I figured this could be a little 'this is where Dev is right now' post as well as hopefully giving people ideas or a nudge to a plotline. :) If not - well, I can muse :P)
Link to rest of musing entry
(OOC - I figured this could be a little 'this is where Dev is right now' post as well as hopefully giving people ideas or a nudge to a plotline. :) If not - well, I can muse :P)