username ;; ~Prophecy~
rpw name ;; Lucille
rpw gender ;; Female
what do they do on a cold, snowy day? ;;
xxxxxx The young "American Water Spanial" mutt-mix settled down in the chair that was purposely placed in her favorite location. It was at the corner of the room, for she appreciated the fact that she could rest her whole body weight against a wall safely. Just the appropriate sized window perched right above where the desk had been arranged. It was placed exactly at ground level, since this window happened to be in the puny basement of her small home. That particular window showed a vast variety of scenes every day, more so than the other window in the room. Considering that the window lacked both a good view and convenience (pipes and tanks were right there, consequently, it was not super nice to be there), that window was not anything to behold, nor was it even worthy enough for a cozy place to settle down next to.
xxxxxx She once did watch the outdoors, the beautiful birds, a rodent or two, maybe a frog here and there- some leaves, then snow, through that aweful window. Though with newly updated codes in place, the inspector said that the furniature next to the lousy basement window was a hazard. Reluctantly, she contacted some wolves and they swifty constructed another window, this one was even better than the last, and she didn't even seek that. Soon after the new "lookout" was put in, she shifted her comfy spot across the room to the new window- to the better window. She immediatly saw a difference in this spot- and she loved it. If she actually had the choice to sit back at that old window, there would be no desire to. She had no reason to go back there. To sit at that old window, really she would be belittling herself. That window was trash, it was so bad compared to her new lookout.
xxxxxx This new window was the perfect spot to do everything she loved. It was much easier to see out of. More animals came there too. It was at a much more open spot- both indoors and out. She could watch the trees rustle in the unblocked wind, the large bugs creep around in the grass, the small mice who lost their way. She could view the dreary rain pour and the fallen leaves blow. Most importantly though, she could behold the snow fall. She could gaze out that new basement window in an almost zoned out state, entranced by the whirling flakes. When gaining focus, she could glance at the measurement markings she had drawn on and find approximatly how much snow fell. She would merely relax and watch until the snow fell no more, or on the astonishingly snowy days, until the window was entirely concealed in a blanket of pure white snow. She, of course, would do a few additional activities while watching the snowfall. She might attempt drawing a little bit, or maybe she would continue trying to sew a scarf. Perhaps she would read a book and stop for a few minutes inbetween chapters or even pages. Maybe she would work on a puzzle. She, in all likelihood, would be sipping away at a warm cup of hot cocoa. Maybe peppermint, maybe not- but always with exactly eight itty-bitty, mini marshmellows.
