Versailles wasn't really fond of the lake. It was shallow and protected enough that there weren't any dead souls like in the ocean, but she still didn't like the water. Ice was much more comforting. While it was cold and unforgiving to those who didn't know it, ice could be a source of warmth and a shield from the cold. There was nothing quite so astonishing as the delicate image of a snowflake, or the intricate patterns of frost on a window. It was never a dangerous hazard for her, but a close friend.
It was home.
Versailles sighed and stretched out on the ground, dipping a hand into the water. She wasn't sure why she'd come out here. There wasn't any reason why she should, but there were a dozen reasons why she should be in the library studying. Finals were soon, and she should have been preparing for those. It just felt more right to be here instead.
It was home.
Versailles sighed and stretched out on the ground, dipping a hand into the water. She wasn't sure why she'd come out here. There wasn't any reason why she should, but there were a dozen reasons why she should be in the library studying. Finals were soon, and she should have been preparing for those. It just felt more right to be here instead.