Post by RONJA IRIS AMALIA on Oct 29, 2009 18:16:00 GMT -5
Ronja was finally off bed rest. Granted she was still supposed to take things easy and not move more than she absolutely had to. But being cooped up had really gotten to her. She was still too proud to show off her scars, and she didn't have nearly enough energy to glamour over the scars. But at least she was allowed to wear tight clothes again. So she'd put on deep brown leggings and wore a sleeved dress that looked like dappled forest wrapped around her, the neck line just low enough to show a few red tips of a few letters. Her hair was wrapped up on the back of her head.
But she had nowhere to go, nowhere to be. She wasn't allowed to do anything fun, like go for a run or go to a party or anything... not like any parties were going on these days, especially since the war had started, or she assumed it had, Nicholas gave her updates but he wasn't as connected as she usually was.
Ronja hadn't left the second floor, but she had moved from her room to lean against the railing that over looked the courtyard. Her dark eyes traced the fountain and the curve of the water, the shape of the changing leaves and dying flowers. Fitting time for war... Almost winter, thought fighting in the snow would prove difficult for both sides.
