Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
The game had been exhilarating. It was the first pick up game she'd gotten to play in at least a couple of years, and even if it wasn't a full team it was a lot of fun. The broom she borrowed was very responsive, and she felt like she'd done a good job while not being so into it that she accidentally got someone hurt. Tristan had come, and it made her happy to know he was getting to watch the game.
Dora had landed and propped the broom up on one shoulder, bat in her other hand, and looked around. She was definitely windblown, wisps of hair escaping her braid to frame her face. She looked around for Tristan, wondering if he'd brought a parasol as he'd threatened to do and she'd teased him gently about. She didn't see him right off, but she wasn't concerned yet. She smiled genuinely at someone else as she wandered around. "Enjoy the game?" she asked the man. Something about him niggled at her memory, but it would come to her eventually. He had pretty eyes, though.