is Cassette. She mumbles a hello to the straw golem and walks to her room, pulling out her brown leather journal. She walks into the main part of the building, sitting on one of the beds, and crossing her legs beneath her skirts. She turns her head to look out through the window, at the woodline, her eyes scanning the perimeter quietly, as she sighs to herself.
She opens the book, pops open her pouch, leaning her elbow on the pages to keep it open, as she reaches into her pouch for a writing utensil.
She flips it closed, lifting her elbow up, and placing her pen on the white surface of the paper, beginning to write.
As she writes, she shivers once, pauses, then a second time, her pen not quivering from her usual scrawl. She runs a hand through her hair, pausing to glance over her shoulder out the window once more, as her expression goes a bit blank, and she feels her lower lip tremble.
She looks back down to her book, her eyes watering up. She bites down on her lower lip to stop it from trembling, as she inhales and continues to write-this time slower.
She finally closes her book, and leans her back against the window behind her, uncrossing her legs and letting them dangle off the edge of the bed. She closes her eyes, and lets tears drip down her face, as she sits, and quietly hiccups, and cries. She eventually gets up, and goes to her room again, and you hear the door creak as she closes it partially, as well as the thump of a body hitting a bed. You can barely hear the hiccupping and sniffling from the main room, unless you're listening for it.
She opens the book, pops open her pouch, leaning her elbow on the pages to keep it open, as she reaches into her pouch for a writing utensil.
She flips it closed, lifting her elbow up, and placing her pen on the white surface of the paper, beginning to write.
As she writes, she shivers once, pauses, then a second time, her pen not quivering from her usual scrawl. She runs a hand through her hair, pausing to glance over her shoulder out the window once more, as her expression goes a bit blank, and she feels her lower lip tremble.
She looks back down to her book, her eyes watering up. She bites down on her lower lip to stop it from trembling, as she inhales and continues to write-this time slower.
She finally closes her book, and leans her back against the window behind her, uncrossing her legs and letting them dangle off the edge of the bed. She closes her eyes, and lets tears drip down her face, as she sits, and quietly hiccups, and cries. She eventually gets up, and goes to her room again, and you hear the door creak as she closes it partially, as well as the thump of a body hitting a bed. You can barely hear the hiccupping and sniffling from the main room, unless you're listening for it.