by astarion ancunin » Wed May 30, 2018 12:05 am
Cheryl sat in the White Wyrm with her head on the bar, she was tired and wasn’t in the mood to deal with people. She pulled her jacket tighter around her as she sat there wondering when she was going to get a chance to something interesting. She needed to something, anything, even just talk to someone. The boredom was eating her like a lion eats a gazelle. She had enough of the boredom already, she really wanted to get it gone, she twirled her ginger curls around her fingers while she waited for something to happen.