The gifts you expect the least are the ones you like the most
Lucy had just meant to look in the rec room for Scout, Pearl or Coin, Wednesday or Samara. She had the tent Coin had made her, and thought organising a camping trip up the mountain would be lovely now the weather was warm again.
She saw none of her friends immediately, and had decided to head outside to look when she saw a wooden trunk with a bow and a tag with her name on it. "Oh..." she said softly, knowing of all of the gifts so many others had gotten. Her fingers ran over the polished wood, and she fumbled with the latches to open it and see what of all things could be inside.
"Oh Aslan," Lucy exclaimed as she sank to the floor, her dress tucked around her legs. For the chest was filled with all wonders of things. Sketchbooks, paints and brushes, pencils and charcoals, watercolours and watercolour papers, a roll of canvas, so much more. She stared unbelieving into it, wondering how it was she had gotten so lucky.
[[One happy girl with art supplies in the rec room. Old and new always welcome. LT & ST are win]]
She saw none of her friends immediately, and had decided to head outside to look when she saw a wooden trunk with a bow and a tag with her name on it. "Oh..." she said softly, knowing of all of the gifts so many others had gotten. Her fingers ran over the polished wood, and she fumbled with the latches to open it and see what of all things could be inside.
"Oh Aslan," Lucy exclaimed as she sank to the floor, her dress tucked around her legs. For the chest was filled with all wonders of things. Sketchbooks, paints and brushes, pencils and charcoals, watercolours and watercolour papers, a roll of canvas, so much more. She stared unbelieving into it, wondering how it was she had gotten so lucky.
[[One happy girl with art supplies in the rec room. Old and new always welcome. LT & ST are win]]