It starts with a simple phone call back home, ringing the cell phone of the only part of 'home' that was left. She settles into her seat more comfortably, ignoring the subtle crunch of the dilapidated couch beneath her. It's an oddly placed sofa when you really examine it, but it isn't really her place to decide what is and isn't a good place to get rid of something.[break][break]

Resting comfortably in her lap is a specter full of nothing but hatred for her, one that still follows her around like a good pet, as it has yet to find the right opportunity to end her life. The soft, ethereal white fur of its neck and tail provide pillowlike support for her notepad, allowing for her hand to freely sketch away the art before her.[break][break]

She never could've imagined that the wings of Taillow could spread so magnificently. All it took was just forcing them to the earth to be 'examined' better. "Ah... the way those navy feathers spread all that crimson, only to beautifully take in the imprint of the feather pattern pressed into it~ It's beautiful, Zorua~"[break][break]

It's impossible for her to contain her love for nature's splendor, causing the trickster wraith within her lap to begin to stir, irritated that its nap has already come to an end.[break][break]

Just then, the phone clicks.[break][break]

"Ah, Hello?"


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Lucas Holden

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