storm & lex | the monastery gates
"Good evening, Storm," Lex greeted with what was a tiny semblance of a smile. "I thought I might rest for a moment before returning inside."
She sat neatly on a comfortable plot of grass, her satchel bag held comfortably in her lap. Feeling as though she should stand up to greet him, the day however had proven itself to be challenging if not exhausting altogether. As such, she allowed herself a small moment of impropriety in front of the squire.
"Are you in a hurry, perhaps? I wouldn't mind your company for a moment."