Who: Amelia and Cyrus What: Talking and whatnot Where: Outside by the forest When: Thursday Afternoon, sort of around lunch Rating: Maybe PG13 for language
Amelia had finally been driven crazy by staying inside lately, and finally took off out of the castle into the shade of the forest. It was still a nice day, a slight breeze and cool, perfect for her. She had on a jacket and her uniform, which she took the liberty of untucking and putting in a more relaxed form and sat down under the shade of a tree. She pulled out her sketchbook and opened it to a half finished sketch of Edgar and herself.
It was actually something she saw from an old picture of the two of them a few years ago at Christmas. It still looked like her and Eddie, only younger and more free. This year they had both taken on a lot, and the differences she saw clear as day, even if other people couldn't. The sketch was her and Edgar sitting on the floor of their home opening presents, and she had just stuck a frilly gift wrap bow on the top of his head. She was giving him a cute, scrunched up smile and he was looking at her with playful annoyance. The fireplace behind them was alive with flames, and the tree and every ornament was shown in perfect detail, as well as every line and hair on Edgar and her own head.
When she was like this, she would barely ever hear anyone outside her own little world. So when the crunch of leaves and the feeling of someone next to her overtook her, she finally looked up.