Sitting up against a tree, Scarlet's lips moved slightly to the words on the page as she read the book in her hands. It was a nice sunny day but her spirits were down. She had no idea why, though. It may have been the poetry she was reading, or just one of her 'moods'. Either way, she hoped no one bothered her, for she wasn't in the mood for talking. And that was verbally or through her mind.
Closing the book, Scarlet laid in in her lap after crossing her ankles. She then closed her eyes and thought about going back to her dorm, but dismissed the thought. The weather probably wouldn't stay this nice for very long, and she wanted to enjoy it--even if she wasn't in that great of a moon.
Closing the book, Scarlet laid in in her lap after crossing her ankles. She then closed her eyes and thought about going back to her dorm, but dismissed the thought. The weather probably wouldn't stay this nice for very long, and she wanted to enjoy it--even if she wasn't in that great of a moon.