[Event] quietly walked through the halls, holding her books in her arms. She was heading to the quiet room after a class to work on a project.

sat on a ledge overlooking a canal crossing. She swung her legs back and forth as she looked into the water, knowing full well she didn't want to fall into that mess.

leaning against a railing over a bridge with a foot on a rung, her arms crossed over the top one while looking out. She would occasionally flick the ash off her cigarette against her finger as she observed.

[Event] had flown for a long time, and needed to have a break. She landed in an unknown area, quickly hiding her wings and putting a coat around herself. She could tell it was populated here, but she didn't >

slowly got herself back into painting. Her hand still hurt a little bit, but she couldn't hold back anymore. It would still be a while until she could draw and sketch properly again, though.

accidentally injured her hand when she was cleaning, and was starting to get depressed that she couldn't work on anything art related. It almost felt like everything was taken away from her.

hesitated before knocking on the door for Dorthe. She was right there at noon, waiting for their day of shopping.

rose her beer glass up to the decorated tree in front of her, as she sat reclined on the couch. Another day, all the same to her.

sighed quietly as she was walking around the capital, seeing all the festivity as well as Christmas trees being sold and taken home. She didn't like this time of the year, not really.

didn't know who to make Christmas gifts for this year. She felt like everyone she knew was either gone, or had some tension with her...