by Divantae » Thu Jun 01, 2017 7:02 am
Username;; Divantae
Songrem Name;; Leonetta
Where'd they get the nifty scarf?;; The article lay drained on the fine oak desk after years of use by Leonetta, who was making herself busy with sewing one of the many new holes made in it. Shifting her goggles to her forehead, she carefully threaded strands under the unforgiving yellow-orange light the lamp cast down on her. She was used to doing this kind of thing during the night, as she was busy all day with work, but busy was what was normal for her; it would feel weird not to be preoccupied with something. Almost systematic it felt, however tonight her mind seemed to be going on about her past, rambling about what was long set in stone. Oh yes, she remembered maybe ten years or so ago she had met the love of her life. "By god, time flies..." It felt like just yesterday when war waged on and famine was common in folk around here. That particular Songrem, Spitfire he liked to be called after the plane, was fighting for her town on behalf of all of the Songrems living here. Unsure of his fate, he made sure to visit Leonetta before taking off in his plane, where he wrapped his arms around her warmly and tied the scarf about her neck. He proclaimed that if he were to come back in one piece, he would swoop her up and marry her. Maybe he would have, if he actually did come back. Later on she trudged through the forest and meadows, searching for any sign of his plane or him, but all she could find was the wrecked plane and his goggles, which she took as well. To this day she doesn't know if he is alive or dead, but by now the town is rebuilt from the attack that costed Leonetta her loved one so she's keeping an eye out.