0rganist
Eternal Wanderer of the Plains
@Widowmaker
Lobelia was not particularly the best at keeping track of the time, which meant she was running late and the train was about to part back to the island.
Uriel is going to kill me if I have to fly over again, she thought as she scurried between the sea of students that had also procrastinated returning to the Academy. At least she had a good reason... with the Winter Ball and the Tournament right around the corner, she needed to make her dress and design Uriel's tournament outfit. Not because he wanted her to, but because she felt that she needed to.
The chilly air sent goosebumps up her legs, the rosy pink skirt she wore made her already pale legs appear almost like honey milk and the sweater she wore felt like it didn't protect her against the cold air of the city. The fact that they were so close to the coast probably didn't help her either...
She made it just in time, quickly swiping the little card she had kept in her hand on the little machine that would recognize her ticket back to the island, a sigh of relief leaving her lips as she stepped into the familiar train. Taking a seat near a window as she put her bags down at her feet, pulling her purse so she would be able to unzip it and pull her phone.
Finally get to go back home... she told herself as she threw her head back and let out a happy sigh from between her rosy lips.
Lobelia was not particularly the best at keeping track of the time, which meant she was running late and the train was about to part back to the island.
Uriel is going to kill me if I have to fly over again, she thought as she scurried between the sea of students that had also procrastinated returning to the Academy. At least she had a good reason... with the Winter Ball and the Tournament right around the corner, she needed to make her dress and design Uriel's tournament outfit. Not because he wanted her to, but because she felt that she needed to.
The chilly air sent goosebumps up her legs, the rosy pink skirt she wore made her already pale legs appear almost like honey milk and the sweater she wore felt like it didn't protect her against the cold air of the city. The fact that they were so close to the coast probably didn't help her either...
She made it just in time, quickly swiping the little card she had kept in her hand on the little machine that would recognize her ticket back to the island, a sigh of relief leaving her lips as she stepped into the familiar train. Taking a seat near a window as she put her bags down at her feet, pulling her purse so she would be able to unzip it and pull her phone.
Finally get to go back home... she told herself as she threw her head back and let out a happy sigh from between her rosy lips.