Subject: A bit of alone time
Where: Behind a small shop in London
Who: Melisande Auclair
Warnings: None
Open to: anyone who might stumble upon her


There was a certain spot, in an ally behind a small clothing store where, if someone looked closely they'd see a dark-haired girl sitting on a box looking down at a book that laid in her lap. This was Melisande's place, a place she'd stumbled upon one day while trying to avoid a suitor. She'd spent many hours sitting there on that box reading books she'd stolen from her father's library. Melisande wasn't a book worm, not by far, but she enjoyed a bit of alone time, and that wasn't something that could be found in the Auclair house, not with Melisande's maid and her mother always fussing over her. Though her attention was directed at the book, Melisande wasn't very interested. It was a dull story, and she'd been stuck on the same page for several minutes now. She heard foot steps and quickly stood up. Melisande straightened her dress and began walking as if she'd simply wondered into the alley.