#&amara.

[rosecoloredjordan]

closed starter for @tcmperanced, located somewhere in wrensted.

amara was one of very few people that jordan wasn't friends with yet but wanted to be. it had been jordan's goal for a while to get amara to warm up to her. to see her as someone she could rely on. to be her friend. but, thus far, she didn't think she'd been successful.

jordan had even gone so far as to comment supportive things on her instagram while amara was in california, with little self care reminders included. "wow what an amazing opportunity! congrats! i hope you're prioritizing rest too!" or "that outfit looks stunning! don't forget you always have one friend on your side. i'm always here if you need someone to talk to." those kinds of things.

so, when jordan happened to see amara walking about a half a block ahead of her, jordan ran to catch up. it was nice to see her around wrensted again, even if it was temporary. "hey!" jordan panted as she reached her, matching her stride. "whatcha up to today? doing some shopping? i can join, if you'd like."

[shadowedtower]

closed starter for @tcmperanced. located near diy your dessert.

there were many ways in which sarah was crafty, but she wasn't sure that artistic was quite a descriptor she'd use for herself. they were adjacent traits, sure. but not quite synonymous. so, there she stood, looking at the diy your dessert booth; pondering whether or not she wanted to give it a shot. there was no real hard to making an ugly sugar cookie, right? you could just eat it, and pretend it never happened. "i think i'll give it a try. want to come?" sarah asked amara, with a soft smile. "you don't have to make anything, if you don't want to. you can just laugh at my inevitable failure."