Brinley doesn't need hair dye (notdyed) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-08-14 22:35:00 |
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School would be starting soon and Brinley wanted to enjoy some of her free time before it began. She'd snuck out of her sister's house in the evening with a flannel blanket in tow. She wasn't really planning on doing much except maybe sit out and watch the stars come out, if any were to be seen, that is. Well-lit cities often obscured the heavens. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed going back to Idaho though. Her family lived out of the way. It was nice because she could go out to a neighbor's field armed with a blanket, much like she was tonight, and lay beneath the stars staring at them. She didn't do it often, but she did like it. It made her think of the poem "Bright Star" by John Keats. It wasn't a favorite, but it was still beautiful. Nobody was really out this late at night and so when she came to the park and found it pretty much empty, she wasn't all that surprised. Her cat, Fenna, accompanied her to the park and mewed softly while Brinley went about setting up the blanket, which took minimal effort. Brinley seated herself upon it and then laid down, stretching out her limbs a bit to settle in. It was a nice night. She smiled as she looked up and then felt her cat walking around her before settling down next to her. Not too close though, since Fenna wasn't cuddly unless she wanted to be. That wasn't often. When she closed her eyes, she could see the sky back home, and when she opened them she was in Marble City. Even if she couldn't see even a fourth of what she'd grown reaccustomed to seeing back at home, there was still a beauty to it. What she could see was nice, the distant flickering of stars millions, if not billions, of miles away. Kids in a normal school would learn about just that. At Hogwarts she learned about the magic involved with it. So even if she didn't see much from here, she still could appreciate whatever she could see and take the time to see it. If she was missing anything tonight, it would be some company. When Brinley really thought about it, she realized how everyone seemed to like someone else, and she often found herself secretly pining for someone but then avoiding them completely. But nobody ever seemed to show interest in her. Brinley didn't want to get down about it though, knowing that sometimes a person was just meant to love other people and never to receive that love in return. It was sad, but it could still be beautiful. Maybe that was the sort of beautiful she was. Brinley put on her earphones which played a mix of various pieces of what many generalized as classical music. The current piece was by Chopin, his most well-known nocturne. It was relaxing and so Brinley closed her eyes, unaware for a bit if anyone were to approach. |