Open RP post
She can't sleep. Perhaps it's the moon. Or perhaps... the Spring.
Mar'i fumes and kicks the blankets away. Her bedclothes literally fly through the room and heap up in a messy bundle by the door.
Spring makes her feel so... bubbling with life? Unruly? Restless? Hm. The girl wonders if that feeling has something to deal with her alien heritage. Are teenaged Tamaraneans so... reactive to the season of growth? She must remember to ask her mom...
Mar'i sits up in bed. Snorts. Crosses her legs. Rakes fingers through her hair, puts it in a tail - fumes again - then drops it.
At this point, she's pretty sure she'll NEVER fall asleep again.
She hops off bed and aims to the door. She needs something to do.
Mar'i fumes and kicks the blankets away. Her bedclothes literally fly through the room and heap up in a messy bundle by the door.
Spring makes her feel so... bubbling with life? Unruly? Restless? Hm. The girl wonders if that feeling has something to deal with her alien heritage. Are teenaged Tamaraneans so... reactive to the season of growth? She must remember to ask her mom...
Mar'i sits up in bed. Snorts. Crosses her legs. Rakes fingers through her hair, puts it in a tail - fumes again - then drops it.
At this point, she's pretty sure she'll NEVER fall asleep again.
She hops off bed and aims to the door. She needs something to do.