oblivion is the name of this abode: and she is there
The fish are a good distraction as she sits loose-limbed along the bank. Though Anju does not necessarily feel nerves, or is even ashamed of her own social awkwardness, she’s not unaware of it either and is hoping to spare Lena the worst of it. Luckily the girl is gracious enough to overlook it, and kindly enough to keep the conversation moving when Anju fumbles.
Greatwood. Hm. Anju is not a bookworm per se, but she knows of the area at least despite having never explored it. Perhaps the world will make a traveler of her yet. Clearing her throat, she aims her mahogany eyes towards Lena’s notebook, and begins to recount all she had seen in the Wilds.
- FIN
Greatwood. Hm. Anju is not a bookworm per se, but she knows of the area at least despite having never explored it. Perhaps the world will make a traveler of her yet. Clearing her throat, she aims her mahogany eyes towards Lena’s notebook, and begins to recount all she had seen in the Wilds.
- FIN
