ota | martha | out and about
Despite that fact that it wasn't as warm as it had been just a few short weeks ago, Martha loved being outside, even if it was just sitting under a tree as she was. Her arms were crossed over her chest, a somewhat serene smile on her face as she blew a stray strand of hair out of her face and returned to looking around the grounds peacefully.

She thought about them less, her family back in London. But she didn't know if she should be more relieved or disturbed at that fact. She decided, however, on relieved though, as that route kept her from having one too many Long Island iced teas.