#erasurestart

[her--heart-blog]

“ Hey, you look lost. I can help you out, what are you looking for? ”

[carryoncather-blog]

Cath was sitting underneath one of the large trees in the park, bundled up in multiple layers, a scarf around her neck, and earmuffs on her ears. Her gloved fingers were turning pages leisurely, her eyes reading as fast as they dared. She didn’t want to miss a detail in this book. She was so focused on the book in her hand, that she didn’t notice the person in front of her. 

Looking up, her eyes widen. She pulls off her earmuffs, smiling. “Sorry about that, this book is just so amazing. What can I do you for, lovely?” She asks, her blue eyes shining.

[becomingun-blog]

“That’s not even close to where that book goes,” Elphaba said, annoyed at having spent her entire day rearranging all the books careless people had been misplacing the past few days.

[morevnc-blog]

On the outskirts of Artridge, there was a pond. And in that pond there swam a pair of ducks. The two were unlike their feathered cousins in Marya’s first homeland. And even more foreign than those of her second; where their blood was a metallic silver and they spoke in her mother’s tongue. To Marya’s delight, the feathered couple did not fly south when snow began to fall. She often visited them when the energy of the city, that had become her third— what what she felt was final home, was too much. 

The last of the granola bar Marya had brought as a gift had just been tossed into the water when a familiar noise sounded from the pathway behind her. It was the loud stomping of unsteady shoes sliding on ice. Before she could turn around a muffled thump let her know she would find somebody on the ground. 

“ That’s bad luck. ” Quickly she was on her feet, carefully shuffling over snow and ice to where the other was. She couldn’t help but softly laugh at the scene that had played out. “ Let me help you up. ”