The young goblin-litch sat on her picnic blanket, a wicker basket off to her left and sealed tightly. A rather thick book lay in her lap atop her skirt, her loose waves swaying gently in the wind. The breeze was nice on an otherwise particularity warm day.
Since Lana had moved back to Above, Pearl had pretty much shut herself down and out of the lives of her peers. The only comfort she found was in her books. Lana had been her world, and even at her young age Pearl knew that Lana and her were supposed to end up together ...
... but then Lana's controlling, wicked mother had pulled her from the academy. The enchanting naiad had been such a strong influence in Pearl's life. It had given the goblin hybrid something to focus on. Lana had been such a soft spoken, unsure soul, and Pearl had fully taken the naiad under her wing.
Pearl had spent so much time trying to help Lana carve out who she really was that now, without her, Pearl didn't really know what to do with herself.
So, here Pearl was, reliving the quieter moments she once shared with her companion. Often the girl spent her afternoons alone, and at least once a week she would gather up enough food to enjoy a rather delicious tapas meal, and out she'd go to recreate her picnics out in the meadow with Lana.
It was never quiet the same ...
Pearl's tail flicked gently, the page of her book flipping with the motion. Things were just starting to get interesting in her novel ... well, at least something was interesting.
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