Post by sirriwolfe on May 2, 2006 19:06:17 GMT -5
The room wasn't elegant, it simply was. The bed was made neatly, and had nothing special about it. On one wall was a large fan, from the Yamani Islands. On another wall, a naginata was resting in a stand, it was generally only used a decoration, as Sirri was not good at using it. On the wall across from the door, was a painting of a forest with wolves in it. It had been painted by Sirri's crippled sister, Yoko. Under the painting was a desk, that had lots of parchment on it, and writing supplies. By the bed, was Sirri's weapons, she liked to have them near, in case something happened.
Sirri was sitting at the desk, bored out of her mind. She had black hair that went down to her shoulders, was tied in a throng. Her brown eyes, often the only place where you could tell her emotions, were gazing around the room trying to find something to do. She had finished all of the homework the teachers had assigned, thankfully, but now she had nothing to do. She decided that she might as well write home. Her mother was probably busy, and Shinoa was probably talking to Yoko, as Yoko painted. She started to write.
Sirri was sitting at the desk, bored out of her mind. She had black hair that went down to her shoulders, was tied in a throng. Her brown eyes, often the only place where you could tell her emotions, were gazing around the room trying to find something to do. She had finished all of the homework the teachers had assigned, thankfully, but now she had nothing to do. She decided that she might as well write home. Her mother was probably busy, and Shinoa was probably talking to Yoko, as Yoko painted. She started to write.