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D.A Forever · 05-09-2016, 04:54 AM

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Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles

It was later at night and Azura made her way down from the girls dorm, a blanket in her hand. Laying in bed trying to sleep just wasn't working. So she had grabbed some parchment, ink and a quill and headed down stairs.

Maybe she would be able to work on her music and tune everything else out.

She settled down by the fire, and wrapped her blanket around her. She picked up her quill and spread out a piece of parchment.. She stared at it for a moment before she started writing..

Not music like she had originally planned., but a letter to her mother.

Noah couldn't sleep. Try as he might, he just.. couldn't. He was too frustrated, too hurt, too.. urgh. Urgh. For the longest time, he laid in bed, listening to his dormmates snore, and the content purring of his ickle kneazle companion, until it all just.. got to be too much.

He needed air. Needed.. to walk, or something. So with that in mind, the third year had slipped quietly out of bed, threw on his dress robes over his pajamas, and slipped something warm on his feet before heading down the stairs quietly to the common room.

Grey eyes adjusting to the faint light from the fire, Noah was surprised to see a small form sitting on the floor by the fireplace. With soft footsteps, the boy walked up behind the couch and leaned over, simply observing. It was Azura, that much he realized, but she seemed preoccupied and he wasn't sure if he ought to bother her, or leave her be.

05-09-2016, 04:54 AM	#7 (permalink)
D.A Forever DMC & SA Banshee Join Date: Aug 2006 Posts: 50,187 x2 x3	Fortress of Brilliance ღ Mommy Quad Quote: Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles It was later at night and Azura made her way down from the girls dorm, a blanket in her hand. Laying in bed trying to sleep just wasn't working. So she had grabbed some parchment, ink and a quill and headed down stairs. Maybe she would be able to work on her music and tune everything else out. She settled down by the fire, and wrapped her blanket around her. She picked up her quill and spread out a piece of parchment.. She stared at it for a moment before she started writing.. Not music like she had originally planned., but a letter to her mother. Noah couldn't sleep. Try as he might, he just.. couldn't. He was too frustrated, too hurt, too.. urgh. Urgh. For the longest time, he laid in bed, listening to his dormmates snore, and the content purring of his ickle kneazle companion, until it all just.. got to be too much. He needed air. Needed.. to walk, or something. So with that in mind, the third year had slipped quietly out of bed, threw on his dress robes over his pajamas, and slipped something warm on his feet before heading down the stairs quietly to the common room. Grey eyes adjusting to the faint light from the fire, Noah was surprised to see a small form sitting on the floor by the fireplace. With soft footsteps, the boy walked up behind the couch and leaned over, simply observing. It was Azura, that much he realized, but she seemed preoccupied and he wasn't sure if he ought to bother her, or leave her be. __________________ Dream. Try. Do Good. I love you all, Class dismissed.