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The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...




Angela was quietly in the small copse of trees, drawing in her sketchbook. The quiet solitude of the school garden, still softly blanketed in snow, had calmed her nerves. Though it was cold, the evergreens at her back shielded her from the breeze and the needled branches overhead had kept snow from the ground under their branches. She was quite cozy, and lost in that ephemeral world to which all artists go when they create.

Her expression was, for a change, calm and serene as her pencil scratched its way across the rough surface of the paper--features usually animated in a variety of emotions, stilled under the weight of her intense focus. A shaft of sunlight broke through the branches overhead, turning her white hair into a halo of light. She probably looked odd sitting out in the cold drawing, a delicate, fragile bundle of light and shadow against the dark green branches of the pine trees. Most people would have found a more hospitable place to work on art, but for Angela, the cold was refreshing.

And the fact there was no one around was comforting. It was nice to be able to clear her head in the silence rather than force herself to interact with other people. Though she was a social creature, the constant focus on not losing her temper, was a bit wearying.

Angela paused in her drawing to turn her ivory face to the sky, silver eyes tracing the white clouds that drifted serenely across the sea of blue as if searching for something. A brief flicker of sadness crossed her delicately pointed features as she searched the heavens for the answer to some unspoken question. But soon, she shrugged her narrow shoulders and shook off the feeling, tucking her hair behind her ear as a gentle smile spread across her face. Her ghost-white hair had already begun to regain some of its lost length, from when she had cut it several weeks ago. Though it had a long way to go before attaining its previous length, it wouldn't be long before it was brushing her shoulders once more. She was glad. Her mother had always loved her hair to be long and Angela had regretting cutting it nearly as soon as she had done it, though it had been done in a show of defiance. And anger.

But that was a past she chose not to dwell on. At least not today.

Her little tongue darted out quickly to wet her pink lips and she rubbed a hand across fair cheeks, reddened by the cold, before she quietly went back to her drawing, once again lost in the world of artists and creativity.

Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...

((Pester away. XD She's just being a derp. Well, mostly I am. She's just drawing and being normal. ))

From one bad mood to the next! Sani had skipped first period in favor of pouting and moping in his dorm room about everything. He had fallen asleep! A hot blonde was drinking with him and he fell asleep. Loss of a conquest and loss of time – two things that frustrated him more than anything. But, the boy's attitude wasn't enough to keep him cooped inside. After an hour of muttering and scribbling away in his notebook, he had took a glance outside and realized that, awake or not, he was doing the exact thing he was irritated about. Wasting his time! So, with a rush, he climbed out his window and hurried out into the world – to explore and find something to brighten his mood! However, for the first few minutes, he found that the school was deserted. Sure, students were supposed to be in class and teachers were probably hiding out and doing teacher stuff, but.. he had expected at least one or two rebels. It was almost depressing that he had finally resolved to find something fun that day, but was met with nothing but a building to circle.

But, Sani was a creature of pure luck. (Actually, that was more of a leprechaun thing, wasn't it? Oh, well.) Whether it was bad luck or good luck, he always found that there was some pushing things along for him and, when he took an impulsive turn into the boring school garden, he found further proof of just that. The prude, alone, and completely distracted. His mind only needed to wander back to last night's conversation for him to understand how this was truly a blessed meeting. His lips curved up, his hat tipped back, and he strutted as proudly as a peacock over to where the girl was huddled away – only to be beaten by some tall, lanky teenage boy. He stopped midstep and frowned at the guy stepping in on his target, but.. he was blonde! And cute! And.. hadn't he seen him before? ..Oh, right, winter trip. Yeah, he could work with this! His grin returned and, without any needed encouragement, he set himself down on the other side of the prude and looked at her as casual as can be.

“Hey, priiincesss.” He greeted, dragging out the nickname for a moment before nodding at blonde guy. "And to you too! Great to see a pair of familiar faces! Especially on such a boring day."

It was freezing cold outside, so it was unfathomable as to why there were people hanging out in the frozen garden. Why would anyone, in their right mind willingly freeze outside? Bianca stood in the garden with these thoughts as her body shivered and her teeth clattered. Small wisps of fog slipped from Bianca's pink lips as she stared down at an envelope with Angela written on it.

Earlier...

Bianca had been heading to class when a boy with dark hair approached her. His demeanor was cold and even rude so Bianca wanted to avoid him but to no avail. The boy had caught her then shoved the letter into his hand quote saying...

"Give this to Angela. She has white hair and a rude personality. Tell her it's from Vincent," the boy had said then abruptly left.

It had happened so fast that Bianca was unable to refuse his demands. She found it absolutely annoying that she had to do this kind of thing, but thankfully it hadn't been too hard to spot this white haired girl, named Angela. She was the girl sitting in the cold garden so Bianca approached her in order to deliver the letter.

((but....but....I made it fairly clear she's in a rather hidden spot at the back of the garden. How on earth did Bianca know she would be there and spot her so easily? =w= Sani and Morgan just happened to find her on accident....Bianca found her intentionally. Odd.....))

((Oh...well your post didn't say that so I assumed her sani-stalking senses were kicking in. emotion_awesome LoL ))

((Well, you are pretty obviously stalking him. emotion_awesome LoL Next time you don't have to try to use Angela as an excuse if you don't want. emotion_c8 ))

nu uh.... ok maybe i am slightly but i wanted to hit two birds with one stone. there is still the physics project deal and possible friendship with vincent that i want to get done emotion_c8