ÉPONINE – A PARK
Today was just one of those days when Éponine needed out of the house. Scoot was off, doing... something, something that'd admittedly completely slipped her mind now, and a friend of Haruka's had volunteered to keep an eye on Azelma and the boys.
Coming out to the park with her sketchbook had been a completely conscious decision. Whenever she'd felt stifled in the past, giving herself the freedom to draw tended to work wonders... she settled down on a bench, well in the shade, and drew her knees up to her chest a little, resting her sketchbook there.
She could draw the world as it went by, right? It wasn't a crime...