[Naminé ✎ 01] So Take a Chance
Who: Naminé and somarium
Where: Lake Meridian
Style: Whichever you want and I'll match
Status: OPEN!
Notes: Totally my lame attempt to make up for the lack of log during the event. After waking up from a sleep coma, Naminé's in contemplation mode over a few things.
The lake had been one of the first places that she had explored and found. So serene and calm at the time, and it was that that attracted and brought her back to it now, wanting a chance to stretch her legs after experiencing her own sleep coma for a few days.
Naminé had brought her sketchbook, pencils and had nestled herself comfortably in a crock at the base of a tree overlooking the lake. Every once and a while, she would steal a glance towards the coiled book by her side. She wanted to draw, and hadn't for a while, with the break she requested from her classes, but she couldn't bring herself to open it up. Inside were drawing and pages that she remembered drawing, remembered making, but at the same time, that wasn't her. Her memories then were different and she was different. Happier almost, if that's what it really was. Opening that book to see those drawings, she didn't know what she'd feel or do if she did.
She sighed, turning her head back out to the lake and bringing her knees close to her chest so that she could rest her chin on them. She'd try to just enjoy the nice day and scenery for now, and not worry about things like that.
Where: Lake Meridian
Style: Whichever you want and I'll match
Status: OPEN!
Notes: Totally my lame attempt to make up for the lack of log during the event. After waking up from a sleep coma, Naminé's in contemplation mode over a few things.
The lake had been one of the first places that she had explored and found. So serene and calm at the time, and it was that that attracted and brought her back to it now, wanting a chance to stretch her legs after experiencing her own sleep coma for a few days.
Naminé had brought her sketchbook, pencils and had nestled herself comfortably in a crock at the base of a tree overlooking the lake. Every once and a while, she would steal a glance towards the coiled book by her side. She wanted to draw, and hadn't for a while, with the break she requested from her classes, but she couldn't bring herself to open it up. Inside were drawing and pages that she remembered drawing, remembered making, but at the same time, that wasn't her. Her memories then were different and she was different. Happier almost, if that's what it really was. Opening that book to see those drawings, she didn't know what she'd feel or do if she did.
She sighed, turning her head back out to the lake and bringing her knees close to her chest so that she could rest her chin on them. She'd try to just enjoy the nice day and scenery for now, and not worry about things like that.